Bones, lying in a trunk at the foot of my bed

They're always open to show me that they're still dead

And everyday it's harder still

I am flooded and unfilled

Pain, I'm good with the ways there are to erase

And I'm pancaked on the floor, you can't see my face

'Cause it's buried like the moon

Sober mornings come too soon

Bruise, it's coming to the surface, like the vessel

It's been hidden for so long, you are the trestle

That's there to hoist me up

Now this world without you is fucked

Skin, and it's warm enough to hold you and keep you breathing

But it locks me out and makes me lose my needing

And how long to be alone

And how long will I carry these bones?

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring

And I'm so far from not caring