Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Bones, artist - Bad Luck.. Date of issue: 10.07.2014
Song language: English
Cold Bones |
| Get me the fuck out of Florida |
| Get me back to that parking lot |
| Let me dwell in my run off thoughts |
| I’d be better off but not anywhere |
| I need wet feet and harsher air |
| Divorced Mothers and bedrooms where I can lay my head |
| And the fact that I had even tried |
| To change myself erase myself from stories that I wrote |
| (Led to fictional) |
| Traits to fit a state that I know |
| Was opposite but possibly home |
| But this place isn’t home |
| Give me back shitty train tracks and |
| Stole cigarettes shared with friends |
| School yard fights and the understanding |
| From parents that were misunderstood |
| Despite their efforts of doing good |
| I miss the dead grass and broken wood |
| That surrounded the whole |
| House that I would come to find |
| Would represent the first that I made and truly loved |
| (It's not enough to) |
| Change what’s in the back of my mind |
| Despite the things that I’ve grown to like |
| And I know it’s easier here to get by on my own |
| But I’d rather be in a hole at home |
| And this place isn’t home |
| Cold bones |
| You can’t take the cold out of my bones |
| When they’re brittle and they’re old |
| They’ll break and fall like snow |
| Thick and heavily stick to a Long Island street until |
| (I'm swept away) |
| Decaying and waiting for |
| 3 months of growth to force new times to come |
| (But for now I’m just) |
| Burning every inch of my skin |
| (Cold) |
| Waiting for the summer to end |
| (Bones) |
| And I’m not naive to the fact that the choice is my own |
| Just right now I found something to grow |
| But this place isn’t home |
| Cold bones. |