Bones

I got a bone To pick with what you told me Pick up the phone And answer for this mess I'm holding Trust the process Trust the process Trust the process Trust the process Leave the carcass lying out in the sun Leave the carcass lying out in the sun I got a bone You gave me that smells moldy Don't get the bleach To tame the tones decaying in your speech Hide the imperfections in the words you stumble over As if those are why you feel like you can't seem to reach me Trust the process Trust the process Trust the process Trust the process Leave the carcass lying out in the sun Leave the carcass lying out in the sun Intellectualize your feelings Over explain like a bucket of bleach Instead wash off the rotting tissue because You're not hard to love You're like a bone A week old roadkill I'm now holding Left on the trail It just takes time to appreciate your tale Leave the carcass lying out in the sun Leave the carcass lying out in the sun Intellectualize your feelings Over explain like a bucket of bleach Instead wash off the rotting tissue because You're not hard to love