Bones

Someday they'll find your bones Under my bed; Left there for dead though you're not yet. The window curtains fade; slow like the day. I hope you'll stay; I hope you'll go away. And it's not your fault it's a poison well. But it's still your fault you keep drinking there. Someday they'll find your heart Under my chair. I try pretending it's not there. Replacing mine with yours is all it'd take To warm it up so it won't ache as much. And it's not your fault it's a poison well. But it's still your fault you keep drinking there. I thought I had long time ago Buried them deep; buried them low. But they're still here and they won't go I hear them ache I feel them roll. Someday they'll find your eyes Under the stove Crying for what they have been shown. I take what's left of you now and again And hold you like I wish you'd held me then. And it's not your fault it's a poison well. But it's still your fault you keep drinking there. And it's not your fault; but it's still your fault. And it's not your fault; but it's all your fault.