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

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