My Bones Are Full of Holes - The Murderburgers

Another year of thinking that the air is too thick to breathe

I’m pretty sure my bones are full of holes and I’m inclined to believe

That I’ve got it down to a fine art

When it comes to feeling like shit for the most part

And that I’ve got myself to blame for the unnecessary strain that’s putting

pressure on my heart

When I got your letter I didn’t know quite what to say

I’m sorry that you ever felt so low, but I’m glad that you’re okay

You should be proud that you made it out alive

Especially after feeling so dead inside

And I thank you for showing me that I have less reasons to hide

Because the more alone I feel the more I realize that I’m not

With every friend I’m sure I’ve lost the more I realize I’ve still got

And although I still shut down sometimes and head for the westbound train

Whilst trying not to think about social workers and house fires again

I’ve now got those photos of Christine

And can try to remember something good

And continue trying to fix these holes

I’m still trying my best to fix these holes

I got off at Dalreoch station and walked down to the Leven’s edge

And thought about how I’d rather live than just survive

Then I kicked a stone at a capsized boat

And for a moment I felt strangely alive