Feeling like a bag of bones

Shriveled up and cold

Nineteen years old



And draining out all of my insides

On the floor every night

Is supposed to make me feel alive

What would things be like

If I told you I wouldn't mind

Swinging from the tree outside

Would that be alright

Hope you don't mind



Feeling like a bag of bones

Shriveled up and cold

Nineteen years old



A train nearby reminds me I'm not the only one

Who feels left alone

At least he's got some place to go

A train nearby reminds me I'm not the only one

Who feels left alone

At least he's got some place to go