A Better Home

I’ve been sleeping with the TV on
Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts
Cause lately I can’t think without panic chasing me
Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?

I know how it feels to get stuck
Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck
But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own
Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons
The darkest clouds part overhead
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?