Slept on floors of hotel rooms Night swam in water thicker than the womb's Turned out a museum of grief But I still find that space in my mind sometimes I wish I could let you in That space in my mind sometimes It might be what they think heaven is Drove to Ann Arbor that morning Watched them stick their needle into me Passed out when the blood left my arm I thought you had to love the pain sometimes Just wanted to buy you things And what it does sometimes It might be what they think heaven is Blood in the milk and pesticides on the honey Woke up afraid to die when we used to think it was funny The neighbors nativity scene Killed the grass living underneath They thought I was wild and free But I was angry and lonely Blood in the milk and pesticides on the honey Woke up afraid to die when we used to think it was funny So they dipped our heads in it Right after we were born