Milk Street Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

You are good, you are kind 

You are drunk all the time 

But never drunk enough 

As you're battered by the underside of what 

We swore, we wanted 

Bothered by the crapshoot that has put you half to sleep 

A sorely needed sleep 

I'll hang outside the door all night 

I'll bang on the door all night 

You are good, you are brave 

No matter what you say 

But never brave enough 

As you're trying to shield 

Your glass newborn from the dodgeballs 

And aching for children 

That you have never seen 

But it's still a tragedy 

It's still a tragedy 

It's still a tragedy