Milk Street

You are good, you are kind

You are drunk all the time

But never drunk enoughAs you're battered by the underside of what

We swore, we wanted

Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep

A sorely needed sleepI'll hang outside the door all night

I'll bang on the door all nightYou are good, you are brave

No matter what you say

But never brave enoughAs you're trying to shield

Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs

And aching for children

That you have never seenBut it's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy