In Principio

even though it could've been wine

I'm in no position to judge you while you cry over the milk you spilled even though 

we both know its pointless, because there's no way in this flat ass universe for us to go back in time and un-spill the milk by keeping the glass a little out of reach or emptying the glass so

we just kinda stoop and sloppily mop up the mess we made

and you cry

and ill wipe.