Feeling like a bag
of bones Shriveled
up and cold
Nineteen years old
Is draining out
all of my insides
On the floor every
night Supposed to
make me feel alive?
What would things
be like If I told
you I wouldn't mind
Swinging from the
tree outside
Would that
be alright?
Hope you
don't mind
Feeling like a bag
of bones Shriveled
up and cold
Nineteen years old
A train nearby reminds
Me I'm not the only one
Who feels left alone
At least he's got
some place to go
A train nearby reminds
Me I'm not the only one
Who feels left alone
At least he's got
some place to go