I wrote a song. 
Not for myself, 
But it was about me. 
Every song has been about me. 
I saw it all 
And I thought to tell 
As if it was about me. 
Every dream has been about me 
And my love of making everyone my downfall. 
And if they serve me well it was only by my instruction. 
Breaking my bones. 
Breaking my bones.
Breaking my bones.
If I find another bone to break I hope its only my own.
Cause I'll be breaking my bones
Breaking my bones
Breaking my bones
And if I find another bone to break I hope it's only my own.
I discard everything I know 
and everywhere I go 
I kiss the lips of creatures that I barely know 
And would never touch again.
I feel love but it never shows 
And walls around me grow. 
My fingertips are callused 
But I'd never try to scale these walls again. 
I'm sure you’d never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
I'm sure you'd never call.
Breaking my bones 
Breaking my bones 
Breaking my bones