Slept on floors of hotel rooms
Night swam in water thicker than the wombs
Turned out a museum of grief
But still I find that space in my mind sometimes
I wish I could let you in
That space in my mind sometimes
It might be what they think heaven is
Drove to Ann Arbor that morning
Watched them stick their needle into me
Passed out when the blood left my arm
I thought you had to love the pain sometimes
Just wanted to buy you things
And what it does sometimes
It might be what they think heaven is
Blood in the milk, and pеsticides on the honey
Wokе up afraid to die
When we used to think it was funny
The neighbors nativity scene
Killed the grass living underneath
They thought I was wild and free
But I was angry and lonely
I wish I could let you in
The space in my mind sometimes
It might be what they think heaven is
Blood in the milk, and pesticides on the honey
Woke up afraid to die
When we used to think it was funny
Three-fourths of the world is all dark, deep, and cold
So they dipped our heads in it
Right after we were born
Blood in the milk, and pesticides on the honey
Woke up afraid to die
When we used to think, yeah, we used to think
Three-fourths of the world is all dark, deep, and cold
So they dipped our heads in it
Right after we were born
