Story of Your Bones

It's been two long months since I took a good look in the mirror And in that time I find these lines on my face have gotten clearer It's time I reintroduce myself to the world Show them what I'm all about Even if it's just so they can chew me up and turn their heads and spit me out These bones in my face are from my mother These lips I use are from my father And the nose that rests above them is from another man Somewhere who didn't bother I wonder what he would say If he knew I got up here and rambled on this way Would he then be proud and make it known That he was part of me and I was one of his own It's been five long weeks since I've been able to kiss your face And that always makes me question if this bullshit is worth it in the first place Cause I have to know the story of your bones And I long to rove the map of your skin And I'm tired of us both feeling loved yet alone I want to feel where you've hurt, I want to taste where you've been But what will they say Will they still come and hear me when they know I love you this way As I read you with my mouth and my finger tips Like berries you color my hands, like wine you stain my lips It's been two long months since I took a good look in the mirror