Bones (are their money) Lyrics

Broken bones keeping me from sleep

Held under my burdens

Can't find purpose in anything

Oh, when nothing else is certain

Feeling selfish cause I want to mean something to anyone at all

Insisting notions when I find right to concede

Give in to my worries

Backed against the wall

And it seems alright but the world has ended three times since I've been alive.

Can it get it right?

Can it get it right?

Can it get it right?

Can I get it right?

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

No changing what I can't fix

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

No changing anything at all

I don't want to die, but

keep fading photographs in mind

Of what can only consist

And keep me so deflated

Now every breath is tainted till the last.

Is there a point to anything at all?

Head to the ground when all we do is fall

Break our bones to make amends

Stuck in the middle staring out at the end.

Is there a point to anything at all?

Head to the ground when all we do is fall

Break our bones to make amends

Stuck in the middle staring out at the end.

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to stick

I think it's starting to