Honey

I called whenever I wanted
But you thought of me more than I thought of you
Just never knew that I was being selfish
You though my days were precious, didn’t know that yours were few
We’d tell the same couple stories
from when I was younger, and I guess you were too
About how you spoiled me with dried fruit and TV
and how I’d trade my folks in for you

My decorator, terrorized waiters, an orchestrator of good mischief
A casual icon, a fine-tuned Nikon, could hope to be half as tough

Placed a sign in your kitchen that read “Queen”
and always burned the toast
And although you claimed to like it so,
I understood you to say “I am different than most”
By turns crass and urbane
Designer clothes but you still played the spoons
Every room like an exhibit with nothing off limits
except the hidden booze

My decorator, terrorized waiters, an orchestrator of good mischief
A casual icon, a fine-tuned Nikon, could hope to be half as tough