STORY OF YOUR BONES
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
look in the mirror
And in that time I find these lines on my face
Have gotten clearer.
It뭩 time I reintroduce myself to the world
Show them what I뭢 all about
Even if it뭩 just so they can chew me up and
Turn their heads and spit me out
These bones in my face are from my mother
These lips I use are from my father
And the nose that rests above them is from
Another man
Somewhere who didn뭪 bother
I wonder what would he say
If he knew I got up here and rambled on this
Way
Would he the be proud and make it known
That he was part of me and I was one of his
Own.
It뭩 been 5 long weeks since I뭭e been able to
Kiss your face
And that always makes me question if this bull-
Shit is worth it in the first place
멌ause I have to know the story of your bones
And I long to rove the map of your skin
And I뭢 tired of us both feeling loved yet alone
I want to feel where you뭭e hurt, I want to
Taste where you뭭e been
But what will they say
Will they still come and hear me when they
know I love you this way
As I read you with my mouth and my finger
Tips
Like berries you color my hands, like wine you
Stain my lips.
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
Look in the mirror.
STORY OF YOUR BONES
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
look in the mirror
And in that time I find these lines on my face
Have gotten clearer.
It뭩 time I reintroduce myself to the world
Show them what I뭢 all about
Even if it뭩 just so they can chew me up and
Turn their heads and spit me out
These bones in my face are from my mother
These lips I use are from my father
And the nose that rests above them is from
Another man
Somewhere who didn뭪 bother
I wonder what would he say
If he knew I got up here and rambled on this
Way
Would he the be proud and make it known
That he was part of me and I was one of his
Own.
It뭩 been 5 long weeks since I뭭e been able to
Kiss your face
And that always makes me question if this bull-
Shit is worth it in the first place
멌ause I have to know the story of your bones
And I long to rove the map of your skin
And I뭢 tired of us both feeling loved yet alone
I want to feel where you뭭e hurt, I want to
Taste where you뭭e been
But what will they say
Will they still come and hear me when they
know I love you this way
As I read you with my mouth and my finger
Tips
Like berries you color my hands, like wine you
Stain my lips.
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
Look in the mirror.
STORY OF YOUR BONES
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
look in the mirror
And in that time I find these lines on my face
Have gotten clearer.
It뭩 time I reintroduce myself to the world
Show them what I뭢 all about
Even if it뭩 just so they can chew me up and
Turn their heads and spit me out
These bones in my face are from my mother
These lips I use are from my father
And the nose that rests above them is from
Another man
Somewhere who didn뭪 bother
I wonder what would he say
If he knew I got up here and rambled on this
Way
Would he the be proud and make it known
That he was part of me and I was one of his
Own.
It뭩 been 5 long weeks since I뭭e been able to
Kiss your face
And that always makes me question if this bull-
Shit is worth it in the first place
멌ause I have to know the story of your bones
And I long to rove the map of your skin
And I뭢 tired of us both feeling loved yet alone
I want to feel where you뭭e hurt, I want to
Taste where you뭭e been
But what will they say
Will they still come and hear me when they
know I love you this way
As I read you with my mouth and my finger
Tips
Like berries you color my hands, like wine you
Stain my lips.
It뭩 been two long months since I took a good
Look in the mirror.