Capo 5th fret
Standard (EADGBE)
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 footed and unfilled
Pain, I'm good with the ways there are to erase
And I'm pancaked on the floor, you can't see my face
Cuz it's buried like the moon
Sober morning's come too soon
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
How will I carry these bones