Skin and Bones

Skin and Bones may crack and break, so maybe that's why we try to be fake. Sticks and stones may break my heart, and your words will always tear me apart. But I've got a feeling I'm gonna keep breathing. It's winter somewhere, but it's spring over here. But no one would know 'cause no one will go out of their homes 'cause they all still feel the cold. Wrapped up in scarves of lies and threats, people still see as good as it gets, and no one believes in any of their own dreams. And the truth is life is getting much better. Skin and Bones will turn to dust, your joints will ache and your mind will rust. This world will end someday you'll see, along with you; along with me. But I've got a feeling I'm gonna keep breathing. Seasons may change along with our names, but our blood will always run through our veins, and though we may try, we'll never quite be the same. Thousands of tears, loves, and fears, you will acquire over the years. But don't you fret dear, you won't recall most of it. And the thing is, things can't get any worse.