Текст песни Spilt Milk - Daudi Matsiko

Disorientated again, sick to my stomach
Once again I screw up eggshells, four feet fragile walk
And what was once a hug is starting to feel more like a chokehold
Promise not to pick at it but this scar never gets old
Sugar-coated words but teeth so sharp they cut through bones
And they turn on each other, casualties, blood bodies grown
And though my shovel's blunt, with
All the love I have I'll dig this hole
But it's never deep enough, powder grey love won't overflow
Maybe I'm the reason
Maybe you're the reason
This baggage never goes
We hold too tight, we choke, stay low
Maybe I'm the reason
Maybe you're the reason
This baggage never goes
Let's hold too tight, stay miserable
Maybe I'm the reason
Maybe you're the reason
This chaos never goes
Just hold that grudge, stay miserable
Got my shovel, I've got my hole
I haven't got my shovel, I've got my hole
Got my shovel, I've got my hole
I haven't got my shovel, I've got my hole
Got my shovel, I've got my hole
I haven't got my shovel, I've got my hole
Got my shovel, I've got my hole
I haven't got my shovel, I've got my hole