spilled milk Lyrics

I used to write little melodies.

In my childhood bedroom.

I'd sing them for my family,

But they'd never quite get them.

The melancholy words that just fell out.

So quick and fast that I had to write them down.

They'd say they all sound the same.

That I'm just overdoing.

Those little mistakes they've made.

Like forgetting my birthday.

But it's more than spilled milk when all you've had,

Is cooling rain running down your back and.

I've choked on your promises.

And you gave me the Heimlich.

It's a strange sort of drowning,

Where your lifejacket's helping.

Pulling you deeper into the sea.

Insisting this is how it's gonna be.

I used to write little melodies.

In my childhood bedroom.

And, yeah, they'd all sound the same,

But it was the lyrics that mattered.

I'd try to live along in harmony,

But I'm not musically inclined.

And it all sounds so dissonant.

Making up these stupid rhymes.

To pick and peel at the burns you gave.

Pretending that I wanted to be saved.

I used to like when you sang to me.

Pouring fuel on the fire.

Thought that if I screamed loud enough,

Or sat along in solemn silence.

I could somehow change the cycles that end,

In tears on Christmas mornings.

Or the patterns of infidelity that'll threaten her belonging.

I used to write little melodies.

In my childhood bedroom.

I'd sing them for my family,

But they'd never quite get them.