Please, lick the honey off my spoon
Rip the bandage off my wound
I don't need sweetness if it's turning sour
There's no good angle for bad news
Every twist and every turn
every nuance in your words
that move away from the very essence
will hit harder on return
Why don't you spit it out
Why don't you spill the truth
Don't wrap it up in golden paper
I only want you to be cruel
So be the Monday of my week
Be the blood on my white sheets
In the long run it's a tiny detail
that won't deprive my sleep
Why don't you spit it out
Why don't you spill the truth
No more bad excuses
Muster courage and be cruel
It's time to let your mask fall off
or I will call your bluff
Don't wrap it up in golden paper
I only want you to be cruel