I am not a man,
I am glass,
Awaiting a brokenness,
Under such a weight as this

I stopped smoking ***,
So I had to play Super Nintendo games to neglect any thought of you,
Oh so temporarily

I am the bone man,
That's what they call me,
Can you touch the dead like me?
My closets are full,
With skeletons we dance,
A candlelight trance for me,
I collect my bounties under moonlight,
No sight for sore eyes on the horizon,
Guns in hand,
Cold steel for the warm ones out tonight,
I've done this for five years in my Ford Falcon,
That's the only thing he left behind for me...
I've had no other choice than running,
My fear of self engulfs all things,
I have no room to be afraid of any other,
I am the bone man,
That's what they call me,
Can you touch the dead like me?
My closets are full,
With skeletons we dance,
A candlelight trance for me,
Maybe I'll dance five years more

I am on a quiet planet,
The only voice I hear is the wind,
It is a never ending mass of land,
And its eternity is orange,
I was left here alone,
I walk along the surface of great angry craters,
For me here,
Time is equivalent to madness,
You left me here for judgement,
But you,
*You should have let me die

A ghost for every house,
Therefore,
My hands may touch no one

I love how you can see your breath in the winter,
It's like some sort of poetic justice,
A beauty to make up for all the leaves that die in the fall,
Something to cope with the tragedy of it all,
Funny,
It happens every year like clockwork,
And no one notices,
This is proof that magic is taken for granted

One of my grandfathers fought in the Korean War,
The other was a naval pilot,
They were both terrible men