{INTRO} Sherry won’t be comin’ over. She’s grown tired, and lost all of her flavor. Sherry’s been burdened and moreover; she’ll probably paint the walls, when she’s older. [VERSE] Woke to Mr. Sunshine smacking my face, he burnt through my irises, left me displaced. Can’t lie Wish I tried But I died In July, on that call. Found I was a freak cause my ID would leak, despite my superego having a ball. (PRE-CHORUS) So, please say the line, three words I’ll pine. Amongst all the murmuring, in my own mind. Biology… that’s blasphemy. So tear it’s neurons one by one… Until I’m something you can love. (CHORUS) Skeletons hidden in my room. Murmuring omens of coming doom, and though it’s rude I pray you never see. These psychiatric bones a part of me. So they don’t scare off your love! [VERSE #2] Everybody makes mistakes, but I can’t stop thanks to fate. Getting worse. Not better. Is that a… “stain on my sweater?” The ice is thin on this lake; and problem is I can’t skate. So I better hold it down. (PRE-CHORUS #2) But If you ask me this time: Whats on my mind, I’d lie. I can’t help it, I lock my shit in the closet. For nobody to ever see. Cause you’d prefer… a better me. (CHORUS #2) Skeletons hidden in my room. Murmuring omens of coming doom, and though it’s rude I pray you never see. These psychiatric bones a part of me. Cause this me fits ya’ like a glove! {BRIDGE} My serotonin well runs dry, I fill it up with your pride. Thing is: it corrupts from inside; leaving your hosts unrecognizable. Worst thing is you won’t realize, the mess that you left behind. Totally undeniably… fucked. (CHORUS #3) Skeletons hidden in my room. Murmuring omens of coming doom, and though it’s rude I pray you never see. These psychiatric bones a part of me. {CHORUS REDUX} Am I sick or just different? We’ll never see. Cause who’d ever wanna love, Lil’ ol’ me? Crave delusions of grandeur? I’ll fill you up. Cause I’m just a hunka’ hunka’ burnin’ self-loathin’ fuck. And they won’t scare off your… Cause this me fits ya’ like a… I don’t know who I am anymore.

[VERSE] If you need me, don’t come a-knockin’. The door you open, might show your coffin. Not that I’m death, but we’ve been talkin’… and they feel their numbers too low -for their personal goal; so we better get runnin’. (PRE-CHORUS) But to be fair I couldn’t really care. Cause the shit in my brain which continues to reign… shot that fear dead. Nurses called it strange- the doctors used deranged Said something in my brain must have been rearranged. Cause of what my will said… on how I will live on when I’m dead: (CHORUS) When I’m long gone make a xylophone -outta my dog gone bones, wouldn’t that be just so fun? My gift to everyone… who knew me as a madly sad man. Cause they’ll sing another tune -with my xylo-bones wailin’ away! Dancing and chanting: hey! [VERSE #2] Arrange my remains like a deranged set of rosewood keys Mallets made of femurs, their heads my knees… All parts utilized in the creation of an abomination. The eldritch instrumentation for a deathly celebration. (PRE-CHORUS #2) I wish for my death to beat the rest… of those beneath six feet. But for that to happen… my death can’t be too bitter -nor too sweet. And I know I’m rantin’ and ravin’… but all I’m asking is for you is to start graven… …my ribcage. (CHORUS) When I’m long gone make a xylophone -outta my dog gone bones, wouldn’t that be just so fun? My gift to everyone… who knew me as a madly sad man. Cause they’ll sing another tune -with my xylo-bones wailin’ away! Dancing and chanting: hey, hey hey! This song was made in a day* Genuinely*

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[Verse 1] A cygnet’s pond’s replaced Their memories encased Inside of a blue rolling bag The future’s unspoken And one wheel is broken But it’s still being dragged [Pre-Chorus] Learnin’ to live takes a few sessions. Growing up’s one helluva lesson -some keep attempting to try. Many look back… but don’t do that; or be clouded by your eyes. Embrace change, forget the past, It’s time for goodbye. [Chorus] Serenading sweetly For young eternity Our childhood’s swan song, bittersweet reminder of what’s left, what’s gone… and youth feels like an illusion. [Verse 2] Headaches from jet-lag Watching youth play tag A child hollers out oxen free Their game is now over Their audience thinks moreover did the game even start for me? [Chorus] Serenading sweetly For young eternity Our childhood’s swan song, bittersweet reminder of what’s left and what’s gone… and youth feels like an illusion. Serenading sweetly For young eternity Our childhood’s swan song, bittersweet reminder of what’s left and what’s gone… and youth feels like an illusion...