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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. Letras de cancionesI 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. From Letras Mania