Letra SuitYourself - BONES

SuitYourself

It's the things we tell ourselves
When no one's looking
It's the preservation of self
It's the punchline I have yet to guess
The tone you get with me
When I know you can tell that I'm a mess
Just look me in my eyes
I doubt you see anyone looking back at you
I'm sorry for everything I put you through
Through a quarter in a wishing well
A penny wasn't enough for what I want to do
Like a restless that cannot settle
My moves are dull and they are lost on you
The crowd turns on me
And the night falls down
'Cause it's me, me, and you only
Now no one's around
Life gets sung inside yourself
I just want to reach out and touch you
I just want to reach out and touch you