Bones

Nothing left in my name

Except the knocker on the door, bad debt and the blame

Oh, and the shame

Don't you know that sometimes, I get the feeling that it's already written

Sometimes I get the feeling that it's already been written

Like that old country song on the back of my unpaid bills

Mostly goes unsung 'cuz it's too damn real

Try so hard to forget but end up alone

Don't you go digging and not expect to find stones

Don't go digging and not expect to find bones

Hanging on a wood frame

In an old cobweb closet, regret I can't change

Oh, but it calls my name

Don't you know that sometimes, I get the feeling that it's already written

Sometimes I get the feeling that it's already been written

Like that old country song on the back of my unpaid bills

Mostly goes unsung 'cuz it's too damn real

Try so hard to forget but end up alone

Don't you go digging and not expect to find stones

Don't go digging and not expect to find bones

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