Spots on the film that you held and your hands were shaking
You were on your hands and your knees and your bones were breaking
Everything reminds me of your face
Sleep in a chair with a bowl underneath to piss in
Slow down the stairs to the van and your bones were missing
Some things but not all can be replaced
And I am left alone
With pictures of your bones
I guess all I ever do is make you cry
Drops on the tongue for the dreams and the restless shaking
Marks on the floor where you fell and your bones were breaking
Everything reminds me of that day
Quiet in the room where you lay and you stopped your breathing
Words on the phone and the holes and the sinking feeling
Some things are just gone once they escape
And I am left alone
With pictures of your bones
I guess all I ever do is make you cry
And I am so afraid
You're spinning in your grave
Because all I ever do is make you cry
And when you're adding up
The things I put you through
Just keep in mind this is not
Happening to you
And I am left alone
With pictures of your bones
I guess all I ever do is make you cry And I am so afraid you're spinning in Your grave because all I ever do is Make you cry
