She Never Calls Me Honey

[Verse 1] Clock-in blues, fluorescent hum, She’s the sunbeam where shadows come. Paper stacks, coffee stains, shared air— She’s right here, but she ain’t aware. Every trucker gets her honey, sweet and slow, I’m just the guy three feet below. [Chorus] She never calls me honey, never gives me sweet. I’m just the office buddy, stuck in the backseat. They’re miles away, I’m inches close, But her sugar drips where diesel flows. She never calls me honey. [Verse 2] Clipboard queen, ruling cubicle land, I’m the silent soldier, papers in hand. Jokes traded like stolen time, Her laugh's the rhythm, my heart’s the rhyme. Every CB radio gets her southern charm, I’m the one unarmed, no honey balm. [Pre-Chorus] Is it the distance that sweetens the sound? Does the space make her heart unbound? [Chorus] She never calls me honey, never gives me sweet. I’m just the office buddy, stuck in the backseat. They’re miles away, I’m inches close, But her sugar drips where diesel flows. She never calls me honey. [Bridge] Rap it out: “Breaker, breaker, where’s my favor? I’m the one that does her labor. Typing, filing, catching flak, Still no honey, no sweet comeback. They’re gears and grit, they’re steel and smoke, I’m flesh and bone, the cosmic joke.”