Someday they'll find your bones
Under my bed
Left there for dead
Though you're not yet.
The window curtains fade
Slow like the day.
I hope you'll stay
I hope you'll go away.
And it's not your fault
It's a poison well.
But it's still your fault
You keep drinking there.
Someday they'll find your heart
Under my chair.
I try pretending
It's not there.
Replacing mine with yours
Is all it'd take
To warm it up so it won't
Ache as much.
And it's not your fault
It's a poison well.
But it's still your fault
You keep drinking there.
I thought I had long time ago
Buried them deep, buried them low.
But they're still here and they won't go
I hear them ache, I feel them roll.
Someday they'll find your eyes
Under the stove
Crying for what
They have been shown.
I take what's left of you
Now and again
And hold you like I wish you'd
Held me then.
And it's not your fault
It's a poison well.
But it's still your fault
You keep drinking there.
And it's not your fault
But it's still your fault.
And it's not your fault
But it's all your fault.
They roll
Roll
They roll
They roll
They roll
They roll