A Better Home

I’ve been sleeping with the TV on

Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts

Cause lately I can’t think without panic chasing me

Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats

Lost in a crowd

Of recycled bones and skin

What do you now

With your seven skeletons?

I know how it feels to get stuck

Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck

But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own

Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home

Lost in a crowd

Of recycled bones and skin

What do you now

With your seven skeletons?

Lost in a crowd

Of recycled bones and skin

What do you now

With your seven skeletons

The darkest clouds part overhead

What do you do now

With your seven skeletons?