Milk from Separation Love by Native Bells

Tracklist

2.	Milk	2:25

Lyrics

But all of those things are gone and lo and behold they don't matter anymore

And it's milk
Tumbled over, taking me on
Soured, spillin to the break of dawn

Milk, in the microwave and the
Sink, towering over,
Ticklin me pink

Milk, pressing me down against the bed
Hot, spilt all 'cross the things in my head

Milk, twenty-something, flopped on the floor
In the hospital and out the door

Milk, troubled years that slowly relate
Those troubled years take years to deteriorate

Milk, somewhere in the streams of the sky
Wide awake and never taking me alive