Bones

I love you baby but not your taste
I think I love you but not your waist
It’s not about the reflective picture
It’s that I don’t think I want that picture with you
I like it better when we run, I liked it better when we begun
Foot on the pedal and my hand on the clutch
It’s all about the feelings and what we touch
Oh no here on that road again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again
Here on that road again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again
Your taste is turning bitter and sour
And my feelings for you are dying by the hour
I wish that this I could I just erase
Start over again and change my ways
Why when you’re here and I come home
I still feel so empty and alone
Baby my arms are catching a breeze
And I’m starting to feel weak in my knees
Oh no here on that road again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again
Here on that road again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again
Here on that road again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again
Here on that road again and I’m starting
And I’m starting
Yeah I’m starting to feel my bones again
And I’m starting to feel my bones again