Текст песни Sour Milk Song - The Jane Austen Argument

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