Warm milk and honey
And all things lovely
Those things you said
You'd give to me
But I don't see it
I'm still in this
Shit-hole of a town
Don't think I'll get out
I'm sleeping soundly and
Definitely not thinking about you
That trip to Vegas
When I drove from California
Ten to two
Do you still wear that
Promise ring around
Your middle finger
Even though I buried mine
In my backyard in December