Milk & Honey

Sometimes I drink milk and honey to help me fall asleep I like the taste and the warm feeling that it leaves 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, " (Boy) you're better off dead" But I've been told that I'm a gracious host, so would you be more comfortable In the back of my throat or up against my temple? It's like the static from an old screen, only reaching public Japanese 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 gracious 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; 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 beaten 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 But I've been told that I'm a gracious host, so would you be more comfortable In the back of my throat or up against my temple?