Honey and Milk

Keep me caged with the animals, tasting my sorrow and teaching me lessons You found me asleep with the roses all over my body, like a confession Cigarette burns on my collar, I don't think I like this life that we're living Surviving on honey and milk, you don't give me much more to make sure that I'm breathing I think God's staying at the Diane Motel and he's smoking out on the porch And you're crying in the parking lot again, just praying that I will come home But I've been lost for so many days on the interstate, I don't know morning from dark The kindness of strangers and the strangeness of everyone I know has just fucked with my heart You laugh like an angel with comatose love in your eyes, like a sleeping city You put me to rest in your gravestone chest, tell me I've never looked so pretty The funeral party had drinks and nobody asked why you smashed up the table Your promises fold and your voice is so loud but I'm living in the light of your halo I think God's passed out in the bathtub again, cause nobody answered the door And the love that you made me fight for was never love at all The red light shines through the window and I've got a black eye for every bed that you've made The honey and milk on my fingertips was never enough to make you stay