don't spill the milk i can't help crying
i spent the whole day in the garden again
digging up something that's been forgotten
there are good things growing in the weeds
that's how it's always been
I will always be the first to
admit that I don't know
there's a price at the door
it just goes how it goes
as a child i thought that
god was someone I could convince
with a solid argument
but that's just yelling at nothing
don't smoke your lucky you might need it
i hate to think of you
a long way from a Sunoco
although i know you love to pretend
that you love to be alone
you call me on the phone
so that you can feel in control
and i'll pick up
because I know you need it
more than i don't
there's a price at the door
it just goes how it goes
as a child i wonder if you
felt the way that i did
didn't quite want to quit
but it still made you shiver