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Skeletons (Song lyrics)
I’ve lost my way, again
Caught between now and then
Grab my journal and my pen
Change the ‘if’ to a ‘when’
Lock myself behind the bathroom door
Like I’ve done a million times before
Can’t keep up the charade
So I hide away cause I’m afraid
You say I’m psychosomatic
Does that mean you think I’m dramatic
Is paranoia symptomatic
Can you hear me through the static
Of the tv and computer screens
And the gloss of the magazines
They’ll tell you I’m a classic case
My thoughts already in their database
I don’t want to be
Boxed in by expectations
Caught in the debris
Of these endless complications
Broken conversations
With senseless implications
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
Too long I’ve sat here immobile
Time to rejoin the rank and file
I’ll have to paint on my smile
Cause frowning’s considered juvenile
But honestly my mouth hurts
And I’ve run out of clean shirts
Maybe I should just go back to bed
Avoid the chance to be misread
By the people who are so smart
Pull me apart and make a flowchart
Of all the passages in my heart
And tell me I just need a kick start
I feel burdened by your good vibes
Your cheerful words feel like hidden gibes
I know I sound so depressing
But I’m so tired of repressing
I don’t want to hide
Behind pointless fabrications
Rather be undignified
Than be just a simulation
Caught in this stagnation
Under examination
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
Caught between now and then
Grab my journal and my pen
Change the ‘if’ to a ‘when’
Lock myself behind the bathroom door
Like I’ve done a million times before
Can’t keep up the charade
So I hide away cause I’m afraid
You say I’m psychosomatic
Does that mean you think I’m dramatic
Is paranoia symptomatic
Can you hear me through the static
Of the tv and computer screens
And the gloss of the magazines
They’ll tell you I’m a classic case
My thoughts already in their database
I don’t want to be
Boxed in by expectations
Caught in the debris
Of these endless complications
Broken conversations
With senseless implications
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
Too long I’ve sat here immobile
Time to rejoin the rank and file
I’ll have to paint on my smile
Cause frowning’s considered juvenile
But honestly my mouth hurts
And I’ve run out of clean shirts
Maybe I should just go back to bed
Avoid the chance to be misread
By the people who are so smart
Pull me apart and make a flowchart
Of all the passages in my heart
And tell me I just need a kick start
I feel burdened by your good vibes
Your cheerful words feel like hidden gibes
I know I sound so depressing
But I’m so tired of repressing
I don’t want to hide
Behind pointless fabrications
Rather be undignified
Than be just a simulation
Caught in this stagnation
Under examination
Put me in a bottle and make a comparison
Between me and some other poor lonely specimen
Make a poor judgement and prescribe more medicine
Hang me in the closet with the rest of the skeletons
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