Milk

I really thought about this
No, I don't say a lot
But this has been weighing on me, I can't help it
You've been so sure of this
Maybe I've become like the ocean
Clearest of water, no, so you look up

Arrow back, exhale, pullin' back the veil
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you're sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silt on my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, hmm

Lemme just think about this
Somewhere, away from the current
Muddy as a puddle, I sit and we stutter
And while I turned this ship
Well, I felt that I lost the connection
And when it hit me, it just hit me so hard, I couldn't help it

Arrow back, exhale, goes with all the [hate]
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
Oh, you're sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silt on my hand
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, hmm

Oh, you're sweet like a milk of the plant
Oh, and soft like a silt on my hand
Something isn't right, someone pass the wine
You come back every month of the May
Rose-coloured and [blurred] disarray
Something isn't right, perhaps another time, hmm

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