These Old Bones

You pretend that the threat of your shoulders

Will console your arms in the length of regret

Measuring in inches

To consume your fingers into an exhausted fist



Whoa, I'm tired of looking at you

I'm tired of looking at you

So tired



These bones were made to last forever

But that all changed when I met you

Coordinating my mouth to restrain from your lips

It's all I've been know to do



Whoa, I'm tired of looking at you

I'm tired of looking at you

So tired



I can't go on thinking

I don't want you with me



Whoa, I'm tired of looking at you

I'm tired of looking at you

So tired