Tired of pretending, refusing to feel
Not removed, just replaced
I’m digging up bones, the choice was my own
I don’t fit with your things
like a cat climbing up the wrong tree

When you left for college, I kept on working like I always do
Making a killing and killing the time between talks with you
We’ll meet in Kentucky where my hands will have nowhere to go

Bones will be buried
Hearts are like angry souls
that manage to carry on
in this temporary world

God save this old house that stood up through every storm but the last
that held us together, my babies’ records and photographs
I would have left if you’d asked
Please tell my girls I’m sorry
Daddy wouldn’t mean to scare you

Bones will be buried
Hearts are like angry souls
Surely love only lasts for so long in a temporary world