Dead Bones

I fought off thoughts of being taut while bats flew overhead
This closet smirks with creaks and cracks as it sees me shaking, scared
And I should know better than to dig up skeletons
But somehow I found my way to that place where dead bones lay
They dance with such an elegance like classical ballet
And I should know better than to dig up skeletons
But here we are
With our conversation as foreign as Côte d’Ivoire
Even though I brushed your hair behind your ears, oh
I can tell you were wishing I would disappear
But here we are
Staring at our dirty counterparts
And I should know
Better but I still don’t
I make my way through blinding light that ends this dreadful cave
And with one sharp quip released from my lips, I beckon for this to end
And I should know better than to dance with skeletons
So I grab her wrist as the bones persist to rattle off their last remark
But I’ve convinced her once or twice to leave skeletons in the dark
And I should know better than to dig up skeletons
But here we are
With our conversation as foreign as Côte d’Ivoire
Even though I brushed your hair behind your ears, oh
I can tell you were wishing I would disappear
But here we are
Staring at our dirty counterparts
And I should know
Better but I still don’t