Watch it play and turn away
Battle-scars and airport bars
Find the places that never show their shame
Swallow the pieces of all those broken days

And I wish these bones
Would carry further than roads I laid
And I feel my days
Are blank spaces left to stray

Stare through lights and blank stares
Tonic glasses and late night hazards
Never comprehended being in between
Watch away while you play the next scene

And I wish these bones
Would find their former self
And I feel my days
Are losing ground, rotting on a shelf

Shell of all that we used to be
Fighting for the feelings I cannot see
Foster old flames and blank promises
They always sang the truthful choruses

And I wish these bones
Would lift themselves from the chair
And I feel my days
Are left for dust and wear