Bones Songtext
von DeYarmond Edison

Bones, lying in a trunk at the foot of my bed
They′re always open to show me that they're still dead
And everyday it′s harder still
I am flooded and unfilled

Pain, I'm good with the ways there are to erase
And I'm pancaked on the floor, you can′t see my face
′Cause it's buried like the moon
Sober mornings come too soon


Bruise, it′s coming to the surface, like the vessel
It's been hidden for so long, you are the trestle
That′s there to hoist me up
Now this world without you is fucked

Skin, and it's warm enough to hold you and keep you breathing
But it locks me out and makes me lose my needing
And how long to be alone
And how long will I carry these bones?

And I′m so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I′m so far from not caring


And I′m so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I′m so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring