Dear Bo Jackson - The Weeks

Well leaves, they shake within my body’s core

Well I live a lie in some little house, it’s gets better than growing old

We’ll bend like trees, when all you see and want is freedom.

These tongues

They twist, and jump from mouth to mouth like fleas.

And at night they

Creep, and I’m the one who walks these streets

And my goal is sweet, but they kiss the hand that feeds.

And at night they

Creep quieter than rats and thieves.

And they’ll bend the rules, dance

Around us while we sleep

Oh, I know I’ma be the one that’s full of sinners and holes.

No one knows

Shake a little paper down the single is cold.

I said, «It's no one’s fault

Cause you’re the kinda scaring me that’s shaking me off.»

I said, «Oh, I

Know, it’s cold.»

My bones are weak, pieced together my body

Well I cut the cord that hanged me up, I kind of know that soul is leaving

Me

Well these floorboards creek, some holly heart come dance with me

And it’s no one’s fault, you can’t get through paper walls

And they’ll sweep these streets, wipe the sins from my body’s.

And my heart

Don’t beat, it’s buried down a couple feet

Well, I lied, it leaks, on a photograph you can’t repeat.

And they’ll make

Us clean, wipe the blood from all my teeth

Oh, I know, I’ma be the one that’s full of sinners and holes.

No one knows

Shake a little paper down the single is cold

I said, «It's no one’s fault, cause you’re the kinda scaring me that’s

Shaking me off.»

I said

«Oh, I know, it’s cold.»

Oh, I know I’ma be the one that’s full of sinners and holes

No one knows, shake a little paper down the single is cold.

I said

«It's no one’s fault, cause you’re the kinda scaring me that’s shaking me

Off.»

I said, «Oh, I know, it’s cold.»