Yes Dear - "Pictures Of Your Bones"

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 you 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.

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