Boneyard
Henry Jaramillo
GENRE
[Verse 1]
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Numbers on the houses of the complacent
Sounds outside my window in the dark
And there's noises in the street, it's a car
[Verse 2]
I don't care if I shouldn't be scared
I'm terrified, afraid for my life
He used to hold me
But now he drives
[Verse 3]
And in all the loneliness
I found someone to help
If I could just reach through the glass and grab myself
Warmth and affection, the attention
In the reflection
[Verse 4]
I just wish I was actually left alonе now
Because evеry time I set down my phone
Someone's scratching through the floor and
Into my walls and asking me to call
To remember all the times that he touched me
Telling me he'd tell you all
That I went on ahead without him
Or that I even laid a single fucking finger on him
Not unless he asked me too
Not unless he said so
Because I was hoping that this would never happen again
Evangelicals are all part of an act
In the play that is my life
Well jesus fucking christ he was right
[Break]
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
[Verse 5]
And the radio station's painting a picture of me
The plaque beneath says:
"Here is a portrait of a sinner"
And if you look closer you'll see his hands
Are laid with scars are cracks
From tapping the keys
The job of a faggot
[Break]
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
[Outro]
Look at me
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Look at me
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Pink triangles mark the dead
And bodies piled on each other
They smell of blood and death
And you can hear their smoldering heads
Broken arms and broken legs
The tears on dirt covered faces
Instead of laughing
You could amend
You could amend
You could amend them
Look at me
Look at me
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
[Spoken: Elliot Page]
"Sorry I'm like- I'm really fired up tonight"
"You have to be fired up"
"It feels impossible to not feel this way
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Numbers on the houses of the complacent
Sounds outside my window in the dark
And there's noises in the street, it's a car
[Verse 2]
I don't care if I shouldn't be scared
I'm terrified, afraid for my life
He used to hold me
But now he drives
[Verse 3]
And in all the loneliness
I found someone to help
If I could just reach through the glass and grab myself
Warmth and affection, the attention
In the reflection
[Verse 4]
I just wish I was actually left alonе now
Because evеry time I set down my phone
Someone's scratching through the floor and
Into my walls and asking me to call
To remember all the times that he touched me
Telling me he'd tell you all
That I went on ahead without him
Or that I even laid a single fucking finger on him
Not unless he asked me too
Not unless he said so
Because I was hoping that this would never happen again
Evangelicals are all part of an act
In the play that is my life
Well jesus fucking christ he was right
[Break]
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
Abomination
[Verse 5]
And the radio station's painting a picture of me
The plaque beneath says:
"Here is a portrait of a sinner"
And if you look closer you'll see his hands
Are laid with scars are cracks
From tapping the keys
The job of a faggot
[Break]
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
[Outro]
Look at me
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Look at me
Numbers on the arms of the innocent
Pink triangles mark the dead
And bodies piled on each other
They smell of blood and death
And you can hear their smoldering heads
Broken arms and broken legs
The tears on dirt covered faces
Instead of laughing
You could amend
You could amend
You could amend them
Look at me
Look at me
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
Faggot
[Spoken: Elliot Page]
"Sorry I'm like- I'm really fired up tonight"
"You have to be fired up"
"It feels impossible to not feel this way
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