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STORY OF YOUR BONES
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It's been two long months since I took a good
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look in the mirror
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And in that time I find these lines on my face
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Have gotten clearer.
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It's time I reintroduce myself to the world
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Show them what I'm all about
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Even if it's just so they can chew me up and
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Turn their heads and spit me out
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These bones in my face are from my mother
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These lips I use are from my father
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And the nose that rests above them is from
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Another man
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Somewhere who didn't bother
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I wonder what would he say
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If he knew I got up here and rambled on this
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Way
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Would he the be proud and make it known
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That he was part of me and I was one of his
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Own.
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It's been 5 long weeks since I've been able to
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Kiss your face
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And that always makes me question if this bull-
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Shit is worth it in the first place
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멌ause I have to know the story of your bones
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And I long to rove the map of your skin
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And I'm tired of us both feeling loved yet alone
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I want to feel where you've hurt, I want to
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Taste where you've been
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But what will they say
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Will they still come and hear me when they
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know I love you this way
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As I read you with my mouth and my finger
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Tips
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Like berries you color my hands, like wine you
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Stain my lips.
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It's been two long months since I took a good
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Look in the mirror.
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STORY OF YOUR BONES
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
