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Oh fossils, you lie there, |
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And you pickled yourself with the liquor you drink |
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You learned to walk |
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But now your will it shrinks |
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Stand tall my love I call as you sink |
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Oh fossils, turn your flesh to stone |
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You've incased these bones |
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In a body that will not grow. |
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And these hands are prone to stray |
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To keep dark thoughts and fears at bay |
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And they'll creep upon a spine that is not yours |
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They long for new notes, new notches, chords. |
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And I dripped salty water on your kitchen floor |
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It was meant as a gift |
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But it was taken sore |
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I thought the puddles pretty |
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As the glistened raw |
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But you've spent your whole life |
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Cleaning mess that was not yours |
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Oh fossils, you lie there, |
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And your family like lichen |
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Will cling to your skin |
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You made your stand, |
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But now your will it shrinks |
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Stand tall my love they call as you sink |
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Oh fossils, |
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Turned your flesh to stone |
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Now the sand that trinckes through your veins is moving slow |
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And I'll look a ghost in the eye each day |
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Till my head is stone and my pillow clay |
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And these hands were the first that would go astray |
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But you never used your own to make them stay |
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So when i dripped salty water |
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On your kitchen floor |
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And I thought you'd be thankful |
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But you took it sore |
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And you said these puddles princkle |
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Till my skin is raw. |
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And I've spent my whole life cleaning mess. |
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I won't clean yours. |
