A Better Home

I've been sleeping with the TV on Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts Cause lately I can't think without panic chasing me Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons I know how it feels to get stuck Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons? The darkest clouds part overhead What do you do now With your seven skeletons? With your seven skeletons?