Honey on My Hurt

🎵 “Honey on My Hurt”

[Verse 1]

I’ve been slow-dancing with the ghosts in my chest,
Letting old heartbreaks choose how I get dressed.
I wear regret like a jacket with the sleeves torn out,
A little too loud, a little too proud, too full of doubt.
You said I taste like whiskey and a sermon at dawn —
A sinner’s confession with the filter left on.
But baby, you know I only bleed in metaphor,
It’s safer that way,
when you still expect more.

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[Chorus]

So I keep pouring honey on my hurt,
Sweet on the surface, but God, it still burns.
I’ve been stitching sunlight to a soul full of dirt,
Singing blues to the pieces
just to make ‘em feel worth.
Yeah, I keep pouring honey on my hurt—
and hoping someday
the sweetness might work.

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[Verse 2]

I’ve been gambling with the echoes of who I was,
Losing every round to the house of “because.”
Because I’m tired, because I’m fighting, because I break,
Because I’m softer than the chances I never take.
You said my heart’s a furnace with the pilot light dimmed,
A quiet kind of wildfire waiting on wind.
But darling, you don’t get to judge the flame
when you’re the one
who forgot my name.

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[Pre-Chorus]

And I’m done pretending shadows are a place to grow—
Some lessons you learn only after letting go.

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[Chorus]

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[Bridge]

Maybe healing’s just a habit you relearn with time,
A slow unwinding of the knots in your spine.
Maybe truth is just a bruise you finally name,
And forgiveness is a fire
that doesn’t need flame.

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[Final Chorus]

But I keep pouring honey on my hurt,
Soft on the outside, but deep down it’s worse.
I’ve been patching daylight where my doubt likes to lurk—
Singing blues to the broken,
like a vow or a curse.
Still I keep pouring honey on my hurt—
‘cause maybe one day
the sweetness
might work.

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🎵 “Honey on My Hurt” [Verse 1] I’ve been slow-dancing with the ghosts in my chest, Letting old heartbreaks choose how I get dressed. I wear regret like a jacket with the sleeves torn out, A little too loud, a little too proud, too full of doubt. You said I taste like whiskey and a sermon at dawn — A sinner’s confession with the filter left on. But baby, you know I only bleed in metaphor, It’s safer that way, when you still expect more. ⸻ [Chorus] So I keep pouring honey on my hurt, Sweet on the surface, but God, it still burns. I’ve been stitching sunlight to a soul full of dirt, Singing blues to the pieces just to make ‘em feel worth. Yeah, I keep pouring honey on my hurt— and hoping someday the sweetness might work. ⸻ [Verse 2] I’ve been gambling with the echoes of who I was, Losing every round to the house of “because.” Because I’m tired, because I’m fighting, because I break, Because I’m softer than the chances I never take. You said my heart’s a furnace with the pilot light dimmed, A quiet kind of wildfire waiting on wind. But darling, you don’t get to judge the flame when you’re the one who forgot my name. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] And I’m done pretending shadows are a place to grow— Some lessons you learn only after letting go. ⸻ [Chorus] So I keep pouring honey on my hurt, Sweet on the surface, but God, it still burns. I’ve been stitching sunlight to a soul full of dirt, Singing blues to the pieces just to make ‘em feel worth. Yeah, I keep pouring honey on my hurt— and praying someday the sweetness might work. ⸻ [Bridge] Maybe healing’s just a habit you relearn with time, A slow unwinding of the knots in your spine. Maybe truth is just a bruise you finally name, And forgiveness is a fire that doesn’t need flame. ⸻ [Final Chorus] But I keep pouring honey on my hurt, Soft on the outside, but deep down it’s worse. I’ve been patching daylight where my doubt likes to lurk— Singing blues to the broken, like a vow or a curse. Still I keep pouring honey on my hurt— ‘cause maybe one day the sweetness might work.

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