Warm Milk
Don't blueprint me you casket designers
You're not dead like me, you little lip-liners
Some powdered nose and some stranger's
skull-fucked head
I want a little warm milk before bed
Spilling guts across the floor
I don't even lock the door anymore
We're in the world and we're on our knees
So whe should all come together with warm milk
You're not dead like me, you little lip-liners
Some powdered nose and some stranger's
skull-fucked head
I want a little warm milk before bed
Spilling guts across the floor
I don't even lock the door anymore
We're in the world and we're on our knees
So whe should all come together with warm milk
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Eisold, Sal Gallegos, Rob Moran, Charles Rowell, Justin Pearson
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