Spilled Milk from Rosie by Kaycie Satterfield

Drinking spilled milk we argue free will for fun
Forgive the kids, they’re so pretentious and dumb
They don’t realize this fragile life is glass
We’re all living for the first time and the last

And the time’s going by
With or without you and I

I wanna die, wanna die wanna die wanna live for something

Well, somebody held you as a baby and kissed your head
Somebody remembers that terrible thing you said
I don’t hold a gun to anyone, do you?
It’s been nine o’clock for an hour or two

And I feel all of my bones
And I don’t want to be stoned anymore anymore anymore

I wanna die, wanna die wanna die wanna live for something

It’s not that deep but still I’m drowning
(I wanna die, wanna die wanna die wanna live for something)

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles