Milk and honey

Looking back at the messages

Call me back, I've been worried sick about you You told me you don't need to worry about it You told me you don't need to worry but it's all I did

When I left your parents house

With nothing left to talk about

I asked you please not to shout

You know I'm sensitive to sound

Well I'm 27 now

I still find things to cry about

I still find things to cry about

You sit and laugh you think you're funny You said you're made of milk and honey

When I left your parents house

With nothing left to talk about

I asked you please not to shout

You know I'm sensitive to sound

Well I'm 27 now

I still find things to cry about

I still find things to cry about