skeletons or bones
I count the dead with my fingers
and hearing about all the pills in our bodies we are lesser than
(we've been stuck in a coma for the past 18 years)
and I wanna stand grounded in the soil
I'm scared to death of whats to become of this hopeful mess
when you lie in your home I hope it's comfortable
when you lie in your grave I hope it's comfortable
truth be told, I'm a fucking liar and I can't stand next to these graveyards
(we fall from the sky, to the ocean, in the fire, and we lie in the ground)