Milk & Honey

Sometimes I drink milk and honey to help me fall asleep I like the taste and warm feeling that it brings But there's a reason, I'll admit; it's not because of some covenant There's a space in my head with a voice that says, "you're better off dead But I've been told that I'm a gracious host, so would you feel more at home With milk and honey, or whiskey and coke It's like the static from an old screen, only reaching public access TV I wanna turn it off but there's nothing else to watch, so I'm left alone to fend with my Thoughts But the more I listen the more I understand, happiness is a warm gun getting cold in my Hand But I've been told that I'm a cordial host, so would you be more comfortable In the back of my throat or up against my temple It's not that I don't love you all, and it's not that I'm not grateful I swear I'm not being selfish, but I just can't seem to forget When I was beat in a mall parking lot, it was cold and dead and called love I was told I would never see God, I'm just tired of trying to prove that wrong Grace shouldn't be this hard fought, I guess you could call it giving up