She still is wonderful and is infinite ✨

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Honey, My Mercy’s in Short Supply

Verse 1
You came knockin’ with that same old plea,
Tears on your tongue, but they don’t fool me.
I’m not the saint you think I’ll be tonight,
I’ll take your sin, but I won’t play nice.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my kiss for a lullaby,
Every touch I give comes with a price.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want redemption, baby, don’t look mine,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Verse 2
You call it love, but it feels like debt,
Every promise you made still drippin’ wet.
I don’t forgive, no, I just enjoy,
Breaking your heart like it’s my favorite toy.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my smile for sympathy,
Every tear you shed just belongs to me.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want salvation, baby, stand in line,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Bridge
I’ll give you one kiss, two drinks, three sins,
By the time you crawl, I’ll be gone again.
Don’t pray for kindness, don’t beg me sweet,
I’m the devil you love at your holy feet.

Final Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
Your prayers don’t matter, I don’t oblige,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Outro (smoky ad-lib)
Short supply… short supply…
Mercy, baby, mercy runs dry.

Honey My Mercy is in Short Supply

Psalms 120

Slide into the velvet skyline,
silver echoes in my mind.
Neon rivers, floating sideways,
catch the whispers of the night.

Footsteps weaving through the shadows,
coffee steam and radio glow.
Every corner hums a story,
every breeze knows where to go.

⸻

[Chorus]
Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.

⸻

[Verse 2]
Mirrors dance on rainy sidewalks,
hazy faces blur and shine.
Golden pulse of secret alleys,
heartbeat ticking out of time.

Sip the smoke of hidden gardens,
kiss the edges of the dawn.
Tangled jazz behind the windows,
pulls me further, pulls me on.

⸻

[Chorus]
Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.

⸻

[Outro] [ whispering groove]
Never touching,
never falling,
only floating,
through the skyline…

You Sent Me Flying / Cherry

Amy Winehouse

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