bearbones

Band-aids on my face, I hide my hands, I don't know when to stop

Paint another layer over, scrub another friendship off

Squeeze in my ribs, like I'll never breathe again

Push past my hoodies into my two-foot wardrobe

It's no winter wonderland, but it's dark and full of warm clothes

I'll never add up to anything at all

I don't give myself the space

And you'd think, people like me

I can never seem to find the right friends or the right secrets to keep

Star six seven bookmarked in the back of my mind

It's Christmas, and I miss my friends