martes, 11 de agosto de 2009

spilt milk.


It’s like a morgue in here
She’s crying in the corner you’re in silent tears
I didn’t kill her, I just watched
I know enough to know love
You ruined me, you made me keen
Kept me on a line, kept me on time
Now push her to the corner, let her puke again
She’s puking hate, she’s puking hurt
She’s puking all your filthy dirt.

All you gave her was dirt
Once you are you are
And you are scum

There’s a place in the shade
That makes it okay
There’s a place through the maze
Where the sun never comes up

I made a left turn when I turned to you
It was the right way to say where I put my trust into
Give me a cigarette, just make it nice again
I locked her up, so you cant pretend
Now we know the sun has to come up
I fucking know there’s not a lot to stop
Her from crying, over spilt milk.
She wont stop crying over the spilt milk.

All you gave her was dirt
Once you are you are
And you’re not worth it

There’s a place in the shade
That makes it okay
There’s a place through the maze
Where the sun never comes up

And I keep on crying over spilt milk
I keep on crying over spilt milk.

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