Counting scars by the fire
nothing but a bag of bones
awkward and rare, I know
Collecting splinters in my fingers
there's still room for more
just to prove how far I'll go
This cut is dry on blood
you drained it with a song
all you left was a way to the bone
Licking all this wounds
healing my worst moods
water gets my fail renewed
Oh mother of all thoughts
grace me with some laughs
I wish this chase would get me home
This cut is dry on blood
you drained it with a song
all you left was a way to the bone
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