Skeletons

I guess I've been bruised if we were to speak plain

Every bruise that comes to flesh makes its mark on the brain

You say it's always been and always will be

Anything you'd say has already been said a million times

Do you think of all of the side streets

We walked past slow?

Of buried skeletons in the back yard?

So you think you've moved me to change

How could I be moved when I want

To move away from this place?

Things you think you know or you may have seen

Might have come to pass if your parents had been kept clean

Do you think of all of the side streets

We walked past slow?

Of buried skeletons in the back yard?