Intentions are sound, remission has crawled back home
now it disappears just to kickstart the blood
dragged from a dream, and don't have a heart to spare
though it's still romantic to swim in their floods

Spare your skeletal diction, tear me limb from limb and straighten my tie
I've stood here for hours just terrified

We've seen this before, said "home doesn't feel like home now"
the rabid sunset, the shadows and walls
A paralyzed tongue, this faith isn't terminal yet
Still, we drag our phantom quilts down the hall

Spare your skeletal diction, tear me limb from limb and straighten my tie
I've stood here for hours just terrified

Bones.
Dear bones.