Collarbone

There was just space in my bed
That I filled up with books and dusty ornaments
Without a lie, I lay down next to other people lines
And hope that I was right
Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes
And deep in my heart and in my hope
There was hole in my head
When knowledge left me dead, cold. I'm a wreck
Without the time I lay down without color in my life
And hope that I was right
Cause I'm sick of making plans
I'm sick of holding back
I just wanted you to know
Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes
And deep in my heart in my hope
Oh (Repeated)
When we're dancing, bones get broken
When we're dancing
When we're dancing, hearts get broken
When we're dancing
Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes
And deep in my heart and in my hope
Cause I'm sick of making plans
I'm sick of holding back
I just wanted you to know
Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes
And deep in my heart and in my hope