Spoiled Milk-Chill 放过
词：瘦瘦
曲：瘦瘦
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
There’s a carton of milk sitting cold in the door
It expired on the day that you walked out the floor
The cream has gone thick, and the color’s turned gray
A chemical version of our yesterday
I leave it right there where the light cannot hit
A beautiful monument made of regret.
The peaches are bruising inside of the bowl
Furrows of velvet, devouring the whole
They used to be sweet, dripping gold on my chin
Now they taste like the venom you left on my skin
The sugar is fermenting, it’s turning to wine
A slow-motion ruin that’s perfectly mine.
And your promises are written on the back of the box
With a warning in red that the memory locks:
""Keep in a cool place, consume within weeks""
But I let it rot while the kitchen pipe leaks.
We’re past the expiration date, we’re moldy at the seams
Sour little nightmares masquerading as dreams
I’m sitting in the dark with the toxic perfume
Of a love that is decomposing in the room
It’s a decadent trash, it’s a beautiful waste
A bitter metallic kind of aftertaste
I know it will kill me if I take a bite
But I’m flirting with the poison again tonight.
The honey’s crystallized into sharp little knives
The bread is a graveyard where the green fungus thrives
I should throw it away, wrap it up in a bag
But it’s the only receipt of the magic we had
So I watch the decay like a gallery show
The prettiest trauma that I’ll ever know.
Open the fridge, the neon light is blue
It smells like the ending of me and of you
You said""forever,""but the label was wrong
The shelf-life of""us""wasn't nearly that long
Look what we turned into...
A cabinet of mold.
A story gone bad that was never retold.
'Cause we’re past the expiration date, we’re moldy at the seams!
Sour little nightmares masquerading as dreams
I’m sitting in the dark with the toxic perfume
Of a love that is decomposing in the room
It’s a decadent trash, it’s a beautiful waste
A bitter metallic kind of aftertaste
I know it will kill me if I take a bite
But I’m flirting with the poison again tonight.
Best before... August.
We didn't make it to June.
The ants are arriving...
They’ll be cleaning up soon.
Just let it sit.
Let it go bad.
It’s the sweetest damn poison...
That I’ve ever had.
