Bones Exposed
It's like loving a lion that cannot be tamed
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name
Pulling teeth from my stomach you've been eaten alive
My blood fills your lungs, my soul your inside
My feet they stand on ashes
From the fires that you've made
Burning bridges just to save your face
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret
That left alone there's no scarring I'll dig and I'll dig
Scratching and itching I'll keep biting my lip
From this pain that I'm feeling
Picking wounds of regret
A cut cannot heal
Unless you leave it all alone
I'll open mine daily
Leaving bones exposed
Exposed
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
To blame
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made
Burning your bridges just to save your face
Burn
Wounds of regret
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
To blame
We're broken, imperfect
We are all made the same
We're broken
We're broken, imperfect
We are all to blame
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name
Pulling teeth from my stomach you've been eaten alive
My blood fills your lungs, my soul your inside
My feet they stand on ashes
From the fires that you've made
Burning bridges just to save your face
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret
That left alone there's no scarring I'll dig and I'll dig
Scratching and itching I'll keep biting my lip
From this pain that I'm feeling
Picking wounds of regret
A cut cannot heal
Unless you leave it all alone
I'll open mine daily
Leaving bones exposed
Exposed
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
To blame
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made
Burning your bridges just to save your face
Burn
Wounds of regret
If I say I wouldn't be hostile
Could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken
Tell me who is to blame?
Tell me who is to blame?
To blame
We're broken, imperfect
We are all made the same
We're broken
We're broken, imperfect
We are all to blame
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Carlile, Aaron Pauley, Alan Ashby, Valentino Arteaga, Phil Manansala
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