"Milk Crates" lyrics
"Milk Crates"
Like a dog tugging on a rope, I don't even know
Is that a train?
Like a dog tugging on a rope
I don't even know where I'd go if they let go
In my selfish narrow mindedness
They put up a chain-link fence
Now there's nothing I can do but bark my head off
But we're not fucking playing
I got these teeth for a reason
I know that it's life or death, I can't forget it
I lie down and you kiss my forehead
I tell you I'm just fucking exhausted from work
I don't wanna get drunk, I don't wanna go out
It feels like survival just isn't enough, is it?
The winter passes
My jaw unclenches
The ferns outside my window learn to open up
And there are things in your life that you were made to run away from
But it's not your grief, or your pain, or any other kind of love
I let go of my hold on a happy ending, when you're backed into a corner, there's no horizon
Where I once felt despair, now I feel free
I put my trust in broken milk crates underneath the trestle by the vet's hall
A call for help in Markal
I found your mouth under the blankets this might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants
I put my trust in broken milk crates underneath the trestle by the vet's hall
A call for help in Markal
I found your mouth under the blankets this might be the last night I can taste country duets and inhalants
No job, no place to get away from
I've been to a world worth living in
No rent, no lies to memorize
No fucked up world to drown out
No job, no place to get away from
I've been to a world worth living in
No rent, no lies to memorize
No fucked up world to drown out
No job, no place to get away from
I've been to a world worth living in
No rent, no lies to memorize
No fucked up world to drown out
Writer(s): Saoirse Oleander
- AZLyrics
- P
- Pigeon Pit Lyrics
album:
"Feather River Canyon Blues" (2022)
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