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Everything I do is alright
But it don't feel like me, most of the time
Spend my days, waiting for you
To come back home
To see my bones
She lays my food around me
But all of the best treats rot my teeth
And as they all fall out
She picks them up
Puts them in my cup

Young bones
Ill will
I swear she's poisoning my pills
Old phone
Same lines
Don't mean to bother you
I'll call another time

You came by while I slept
But by the time I woke up
You'd already left
You must have been tied up
So I'll just wait
For the holidays
And I'll hold on
If I live that long

Young bones
Ill will
I swear she's poisoning my pills
Old phone
Same lines
Don't mean to bother you
I'll call another time
To your
Young bones
How've you been?
No don't worry
Don't send me anything

(Don't mean to bother you. I'll call another time)

And, If I ask you
Will you send me letters by the by?
It's not a problem
I'll call you back at a better time
And, if I ask you
Will you send me postcards through the mail?
I still remember
When you used to write to your old man