Pictures of Your Bones

Spots on the film that you held and your hands were shaking

You were on your hands and your knees and your bones were breaking

Everything reminds me of your face

Sleep in a chair with a bowl underneath to piss in

Slow down the stairs to the van and your bones were missing

Some things but not all can be replaced

And I am left alone

With pictures of your bones

I guess all I ever do is make you cry

Drops on the tongue for the dreams and the restless shaking

Marks on the floor where you fell and your bones were breaking

Everything reminds me of that day

Quiet in the room where you lay and you stopped your breathing

Words on the phone and the holes and the sinking feeling

Some things are just gone once they escape

And I am left alone

With pictures of your bones

I guess all I ever do is make you cry

And I am so afraid

You're spinning in your grave

Because all I ever do is make you cry

And when you're adding up

The things I put you through

Just keep in mind this is not

Happening to you

And I am left alone

With pictures of your bones

I guess all I ever do is make you cry And I am so afraid you're spinning in Your grave because all I ever do is Make you cry