I have two bruises on my right arm and one on the left It's a funny thing to be off balance

and feel the pain persist There's this feeling in my stomach or maybe

it's my ribs that tells me when it's gonna rain

Makes me question if I'll be missed

It keeps me inside my house always wanting more but never going out

Cause life is a chore There's these songs I listen to

that give me a headache It makes my bones creak and my hands shake

I won't tell you where it ended, I won't tell you where it would start

I'll tell you where I'm at and you'll tear me apart

My chest is feeling hollow and the clouds begin to form

I turn my back to this storm It's something I can't ignore

Like the bruises on my arms or the feeling in my ribs

Or the ache in my brain or the lines on my wrist

Like the bruises on my arms or the feeling in my ribs

Or the ache in my brain or the lines on my wrist

I have two bruises on my right arm and one on the left

It's a funny thing to be off balance and feel the pain persist