Milk Street

Kristin Hersh

You were good

You were kind

You were drunk all the time

But never drunk enough

As you're battered by the underside

Of what we swore we wanted

And bothered by the crapshoot

That has put you half to sleep

A sorely needed sleep

I 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

It's still a tragedy

It's still a tragedy