Milk

(альбом: Ode To Artifice - 2019)

Good morning, fatigue
I remember you fondly
We bathed in the grease on the McDonald's floor
And we wanted to jump off the pier at the seaport
Pondering whether we'd been here before

Welcome to Phoenix, they scream through the overhead
You're just lucky you're tired and not dead
'Cause it's just milk
It's just milk on the floor
And it's just me and it's not you anymore

Goodnight to my namesake
At will of an alien lung
Like a cedar tree bent 45 degrees
You are too grand I am shouting at no one
But sweet tender baby, the damage is done

Oh welcome to Phoenix
Nobody's been killed
So don't cry, my dear, over something you spilled
If it's just milk
It's just milk on the floor
And it's just me and it's not you anymore

They pull the plug and her spirit ascends and she's singing to me from on high
I'm in the bathroom seeing how far my two fingers can fit around my thigh

It's just milk
It's just milk on the floor
And it's just me and it's not you anymore

And it's just milk
It's just milk on the floor
And it's just me and it's not you anymore