Cold Bones Songtext
von Bad Luck

Get me the fuck 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 in
The fact that I had even tried to change myself
Erase myself from stories that I wrote (Fights are fictional)

Trace a better state that I know
Was opposite but possibly home
But this place isn't home


Get me back to the train tracks and
Stolen cigarettes shared with friends
Schoolyard fights and the understanding
From parents that were misunderstood
Despite their efforts at 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 thing 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 than home
And this place isn't home

And you can′t take the gold out of my bones
When they're brittle and they′re old
They'll break and fall like snow
Thick and heavenly
Stick to a Long Island street and stew
(I′ve swam in the rain)
Decaying and waiting for three months of growth
To force new times to go
(Open up my clothes)
Burning every inch of my skin
Waiting for the summer to end
And I'm not naive to the fact that the choice is my own
Just right now I've found something that will grow
But this place isn′t home