Broken Bones

I wish I could write a song
For you
To sing along
To
When I'm dead

But the melody's stuck
Inside my head
Something made
By the monsters beneath my bed

Broken Bones, do you hear me
As words enter my head
And memories escape me
Broken Bones, do you miss me?

I find the sun offending
The dark oppressing
And everyone disgusting,
That I am so envious of them

Broken Bones, you're not really broken,
Are you?
You're hiding
Under flowers in the garden
Leaving us weeping
Searching for you

Why,
Won't you tell me?
Tell me a secret
I'll whisper mine...

Broken Bones, I'm so broken, too
Breathing's not the same
I'm bleeding out names
Soon, I might be with you

And this may sound unfinished
But everything will diminish
When I choose to be with you
When I can no longer see blue