Jim from the Moon

-Esqueleton-

there were nights we talked as if on a first date
but those were the nights your husband worked late
it isn't easy being friends with you when all I want to do is jump your bones
and dance with your esqueleton, and grow old skipping stones

we would flirt, flirt as if we were both free
but we were both taken, in actuality
it isn't easy getting close when i know that you're leaving in July

oh, my new love, sure seems like hell

I would love to build a home
in your hands, and heart, and bones
I would love to build our home
with my hands, and heart, and bones
our home of skin and bones

tangled up in choices younger people made years ago
we recognize their faces, their minds we don't know
I put my arms through you cause I want to wear you out

oh, my new love, sure feels like hell

I would love to wreck his home
with my hands, and teeth, and bones
I would love to build our home
on his heart, and back, and bones
I hate living alone in my home of skin and bones

we're just skin and bones...