Milk & Honey

Sometimes I drink milk and honey
To help me fall asleep
I like the taste and the warm feeling that it brings
But there's a reason, I'll admit
It's not because of some covenant
There's a space in my head with a voice that says
"You're better off dead"

But I've been told that I'm gracious host
So would you feel more at home
With milk and honey
Or whiskey and coke

It's like the static from an old screen
Only reaching public access TV
I wanna turn it off but there's nothing else to watch
So I'm left alone to fend with my thoughts
But the more I listen
The more I understand
Happiness is a warm gun getting cold in my hand

But I've been told that I'm a cordial host
So would you be more comfortable
In the back of my throat
Or up against my temple

It's not that I don't love you all
And it's not that I'm not grateful
I swear, I'm not being selfish
But I just can't seem to forget
When I was beat in a mall parking lot
It was cold and dead and called love
I was told I would never see God
I'm just tired of trying to prove that wrong
Grace shouldn't be this hard fought
I guess you could call it giving up