Milk Street Songtext / Lyric

You are good, you are kind

You are drunk all the time

But never drunk enough



As 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 sleep



I'll hang outside the door all night

I'll bang on the door all night






You are good, you are brave

No matter what you say

But never brave enough



As you're trying to shield

Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs

And aching for children

That you have never seen



But it's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy