[Verse 1: The Golden Dregs]
I miss you like American Honey
You taste so sweet
But there's always something
Like a tragedy
That's constantly coming
And it sticks to me
So I'll stick to nothing

[Verse 2: The Golden Dregs]
What I would give
For just one morning
Where I wake up and
My thoughts aren't running
From the Western world
That's constantly calling
But I'm a Westerner
Ain't irony something?

[Verse 3: The Golden Dregs]
I'll kill you with American Honey
It tastes so sweet
But it burns in your stomach
It gives you everything
But leaves you cold
I'm dead inside
But you'll never know