Sour Milk Song

When I woke up

This morning

I said 'no more sad love songs'

So I made a cup of tea

But the fucking milk was sour

And lumpy

So I threw it against the wall

And traced its drooping? trajectory

And said now, you can just sing sour stories

Like you say

This is what you wanted

What you wanted

And you'll say this is life, this is life, this is life, this is life

What good is a heart that can't be bruised?

But I'm not a paper cup to be thrown away once I've been used.

And I know I know I know

That it's all in mind

But that doesn't explain the mess I've made scrubbing the wall with lemon rind

Oooh and you know you know you know

That there's no use crying now

It's something your mother once said

That you've only just figured out.

And you say

This is what you wanted

What you wanted

And you'll say this is life, this is life, this is life, this

What good is a heart that can't be bruised?

But I'm not a paper cup to be thrown away, oh, after you're through

And you won't believe me

When I say

You've been outdone

That a new way to love is a new way to hurt someone

And I won't believe me

When you say I've had my fun

Because even the days I don't lose and the nights I never feel that I've won

When I say

This is what I wanted

What I wanted

And I'll say this is life, this is life this is life, this is life.

What good is a heart that can't be bruised?

But we're not a paper cup to be thrown away once we've been used