Milk Street
Songwriters: Hersh, Kirsten
A sorely needed sleep
You are good, you are brave
But never drunk enough
I'll bang on the door all night
It's still a tragedy
As you're battered by the underside of what
Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep
But it's still a tragedy
No matter what you say
As you're trying to shield
That you have never seen
Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs
But never brave enough
I'll hang outside the door all night
We swore, we wanted
And aching for children
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