Bones

In my mind this could work
But truth be told I'm tipsy and we've been here before
Cloudy thoughts filling up this empty space
Everything looks so great

Behind closed eyes I can't take the way you say don't go
But you already know this ain't gonna work
I'm tangled up in hope
Tripping down the road everywhere I go

I need something real
Something I can poses. process, literally feel
I want to feel it in my bones
I want a place to call my own

Searching for a picture perfect way to die
Baby just you and I
Let's break some bread
Wait for the end
We can get high and play pretend

The goddamn way you say come on don't go
You make me feel like I'm running for the door

Don't make me say it
You're crazy
I hate it
Don't make me say it
You're crazy and I fucking hate it

I need something real
Something I can poses. process, literally feel
I want to feel it in my bones
I want a place to call my own

All of this time I knew it was for nothing
But it was so contagious
You've got me locked in your grip
You taste so refreshing
You are like a drug
You get me high
You are like a drug
You get me high

I need something real
Something I can poses. process, literally feel
I want to feel it in my bones
I want a place to call my own



Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Sharman, Orla O Neill
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