Bones
Everyone, everything
Just passes me by
Force myself to belong
Hurts too much to try
This pain has made its home
In my legs, my back
In my hands, my head
It's blurred all the facts
Blurred all the facts
Buried under the earth
From which I have come
Choking on my own breath
Oh, it's all become so numb
With every word you say
I feel so much more alone
Now how can I spare warmth from
These bones made out of stone
Bones made out of stone
Bones made out of stone
Don't move
Bones made out of stone
Can't feel
Just passes me by
Force myself to belong
Hurts too much to try
This pain has made its home
In my legs, my back
In my hands, my head
It's blurred all the facts
Blurred all the facts
Buried under the earth
From which I have come
Choking on my own breath
Oh, it's all become so numb
With every word you say
I feel so much more alone
Now how can I spare warmth from
These bones made out of stone
Bones made out of stone
Bones made out of stone
Don't move
Bones made out of stone
Can't feel
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Writer(s): Jared Poehlman
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