Skeletons

They said, "time is running out
To face your fears head on," they shout
"And confront all the ways your body let you down"

Days like these get under my skin
Who wants to be reminded
Of when there was no safety ever to be found?

I repressed the times that I fought back
I repressed the times I gave in
Now a presidency later, they come out of the blue
Skeletons in my closet that I've not seen since

I said, "I'm not ready yet
To face the worst of all dead-ends"
I write songs, then tune them out, write, tune them out

Nights like these get under my skin
You know what else I'd like in my skin?
Something razor-sharp--did I say that out loud?

What exactly does it mean to have fought back?
What exactly does it mean to give in?
Now four damn years later, I'm still asking the same old shit
Makes me wonder if the skeletons will win



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