bones

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
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 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
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 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
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 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?
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring
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 And I'm so far from not caring