Cold Bones lyrics

Get me the f*ck out of Florida
Get me back to that parking lot
Let me dwell in my run off thoughts
I'd be better off but not anywhere
I need wet feet and harsher air
Divorced Mothers and bedrooms where I can lay my head
And the fact that I had even tried
To change myself
Erase myself from stories that I wrote
(Led to fictional)

Traits to fit a state that I know
Was opposite but possibly home
But this place isn’t home

Give me back sh*tty train tracks
And stolen cigarettes shared with friends
School yard fights and the understanding
From parents that were misunderstood
Despite their efforts of doing good
I miss the dead grass and broken wood
That surrounded the whole
House that I would come to find
Would represent the first that I made and truly loved
(It's not enough to)
Change what's in the back of my mind
Despite the things that I’ve grown to like
And I know it's easier here to get by on my own
But I'd rather be in a hole at home
And this place isn't home

Co-oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh-old x12

You can't take the cold out of my bones
When they're brittle and they're old
They'll break and fall like snow
Thick and heavily stick to a Long Island street until
(I’m swept away)
Decaying and waiting for
3 months of growth to force new times to come
(But for now I’m just)

Burning every inch of my skin
(Co-oh-oh-old)
Waiting for the summer to end
(Bo-oh-oh-ones)
And I'm not naive to the fact that the choice is my own
Just right now I found something to grow
But this place isn’t home

Co-oh-oh-old bo-oh-oh-ones x4