Milk For Flowers

I came clean with her I did it on my knees Holding on to love, I could see Someone said the music was old I didn't hear it play for so long I feel like a nun picking roses And he never comes when he promises This milk is too warm for the night So much to learn, am I holding you right? Film is so obscene I don't watch it anymore I have a video that plays just for me I picked a dance with violence, it moved out of time I have guilt, and that guilt is mine I'd do it again, I don't need happiness Now forget what I said And after this was born here I feel like a nun picking roses And he never comes when he promises This milk is too warm for the night So much to learn, am I holding you right? And I miss you so much I feel like a nun picking roses And he never comes when he promises This milk is too warm for the night So much to learn, am I hurting you? I feel like a nun picking roses And he never comes when he promises The older the night, the more it flowers And after this was born here And here And here And here