my milk expires on your birthday
and the last time we spoke, it was mine.
you said happy birthday a minute after midnight
you wanted to say it on the dot but i know you were using that minute to debate whether you wanted to say it the second the midnight was on the clock
your birthday rolled around again
this time, i didn't wish you a good one
i didn't say anything at all
now that it's over i don't have an excuse to talk to you
never to send a text or call
i haven't taken a sip of that milk since the second i realized
and now it sits on the shelf, i don't wanna throw it out
