Carrot Milk

silent dreams are memories we grieve                                                                                                

romance, flowers, love-songs, dreams                                            

picking up the pieces you left behind, I was your man                                                    

but deep down in my heart I'm still that troubled boy                                        

remembering how you spent all your money on cocaine                                                      

we had dreams of being a poet and it hurts so bad                                                      

seeing you fade into the dark and knowing we can never get it back                              

the echo echoes deep inside of me 

 

I've tried to see it through, but the nights are getting longer                

and I have too much stress overflowing in my nervous system                                            

I light a cigarette and pour myself a drink and my tired bones weep                        

nothing can alleviate the pain of loss, the nostalgia of abandoned supermarkets              

I put the cherry pie in the oven and forget about it                                                                

and when the sun sets over the water, I come back to your shore                

more broken than I was before

 

I stare at the walls                                                                                                            

the brushstrokes of this hospital light, tides folding into wedding night blues              

I dream of packing my things and running away when the day gets dark                      

I get up and put on my shiny black shoes just to walk the streets                                            

like a masochist in a looking glass                                                                        

changing the lock to my heart, I will never let you back in                                            

just to abandon me in this emptiness with my glass half full                                                      

there is no Heaven without you, but I'd rather drown than forgive you                                      

I'd rather drown than forgive you.