Spilt Milk Songtext
von Daudi Matsiko

Disorientated again, sick to my stomach
Once again, I screw up, egg shells for feet, fragile walk
And what was once a hug is starting to feel more like a choke hold
Promised not to pick at it but this scar never gets old

Sugarcoated words but teeth so sharp they cut through bones
And they turn on each other--casualties, blood, bodies grow
And though my shovel′s blunt
With all the love I have I'll dig this hole
But it′s never deep enough, our regret alone will overflow

Maybe I'm the reason
Maybe you're the reason
This baggage never goes
We hold too tight
We choke, stay low


Maybe I′m the reason
Maybe you′re the reason
This baggage never goes
Let's hold too tight
Stay miserable

Maybe I′m the reason
Maybe you're the reason
This chaos never goes
Just hold that grudge
Stay miserable

Got my shovel, I′ve got my hole
I have got my shovel, I've got my hole

Got my shovel, I′ve got my hole
I have got my shovel, I've got my hole

Got my shovel, I've got my hole
I have got my shovel, I′ve got my hole

Got my shovel, I′ve got my hole
I have got my shovel, I've got my hole