I thought off thoughts of being taut, while bats flew overhead.
This closet smirks with creaks and cracks as it sees me shaking scared.
And I should've known better than to dig up skeletons.

But somehow I found my way to that place where dead bones lay,
And they dance with such an elegance like classical ballet.
And I should've known better than to dig up skeletons.

But here we are,
With our conversation as foreign as Côte d’Ivoire.
Even though I pushed a hair behind behind your ears,
I can tell your wishing that I would disappear.
But here we are,
Staring at our dirty counterparts.
And I should know better but I still don't.

I make my way through blinding light that ends this dreadful cave.
And with one sharp quip released from my lips, I beckon for this to end.
And I should have known better than to dance with skeletons.

So I grab her wrist as the bones persist to rattle off thier last remark,
But I've convinced her once or twice to leave skeletons in the dark.
And I should have known better than to dig up skeletons.

But here we are,
With our conversation as foreign as Côte d’Ivoire.
Even though I pushed a hair behind behind your ears,
I can tell your wishing that I would dissapear.
But here we are,
Staring at our dirty counterparts.
And I should know better but I still don't.