Bones

Duration

4:22

Genres

Singer/Songwriter (Male)

Lyrics

a white scar a heroine in a pink puffy dress i've got two jars and they're full of human beings a short walk through the castle gates and i come upon some trash mr gimme this and gimme that and i'm too good for that i said my piece carefully so as not to insult i have nothing i could bear to part with and as i made my way through the town i could hold my head high because at least i had looked down i have a good heart i wish i had babies before i grew old there are stretch marks that my stockings cover and i looked a lot better when i didn't look a lot it was boring but god it flew by yes, those were good times i have seen all my relatives grow distant and cold from the drink from the heart from the get-go and someday they'll paint pretty pictures of me for the next generation to let go and you would be laughing too trust me, trust me it's only the portrait i seek i'm afraid of tidal waves i'm afraid of quiet days i'm afraid of almost everything so what if i forget to speak and lifetimes flutter over me and nobody ever comes to get my bones well i had imaginary friends who met imaginary ends because i couldn't get them to understand we are old and we know there's a few steps to go but how can you go home?