Milk

falling back into his hand
 all the walls i had around my face fell to place
 it's not reason to come back
 had to walk or wait around for you feeling blue
 harder to forget the past
 call a meal to have before the fast and make it last
 see it in your drunken smile
 i can feel it hanging by a thread with me, you said
 make it right with no ice
 sift for shine
 milk or wine for mine?
 you could hollow out your head
 save the part that keeps your beating heart; little art
 drag it down and show the town
 make them feel as if they had a way through the day
 see the world become a mess
 dark around the edges of the bed and it fills your head
 sleep and dream of evil ways
 waste away; you're heading for the hills and your theory kills
 before i missed you try fit for my history shrine for i sift; shine