[Intro – drums symphonic] There's always one day, slips in without a warning. There's always one day, slips in without a warning. [Verse .1 – , rhythmic narration, guitar plays short riffs] >She's got the smile that carves, sharper than your best razor. You call it sweet, I call it danger, honeycomb on the tongue, bitter after the flavour. [Chorus – , creep vibe, short phrases] > Honeycut Day! No commas, no way! She's a heart slicer, I'm just the honey on the lip. > There's always one day, slips in without a warning. [Bridges2 – return to semi-spoken tone, bass playing the main role] >She called me “honey,” yeah, like I was the only fly in town. But mate, I've seen that trick before, ends sweet, always goes down sour. [Drop – stronger rock, light soul backing of the brass, more dramatic vocals] >Better to bleed from the cut than to rot wondering “what if.” Better the sting you remember than the silence you never lived. [Final Chorus - full power, audience can shout together] > Honeycut Day! No commas, no way! She's a heart slicer, I'm just the honey on the lip. Honeycut Day! No commas, no way! You can't escape her, the queen bee loves a chaser. [Outro – instruments fade, leaving only the Wurlitzer and a quiet whisper] > Honeycut Day... slice and stay.
