The Rest of My Bones
Everything on the outside
Seems intact and in bloom
I am approaching a half century
There's still plenty of room
For life to rain down
And show me much more
But internally i'am breaking up
I'm startled and raw
I'm tired
At my heart i'm tender
I excuse my memory
As i just can't remember
I feel nothing
Yet feel everything like thunder
There's no book of what to do
When you feel your're going under
All our lives a continuous donation
That nobody ever condones
One by one ripped out and taken
Here take the rest of my bones
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