Rattle

I was made of hidden boxes in attics,

Filled up with faded photos of prior selves,

I found my heart made of porcelain,

Cracked and dusty left on a shelf.

 

I tried to be content in the casket I was left,

But it never seemed to fit just right,

How morbid it seemed, to float downstream,

And live life like I was waiting to die.

 

I want to grab my spirit in my hands

And feel it come alive again.

 

I think less time among tombs might be nice,

Hush the whispers that ride on the breeze,

And it's hard as hell to unbury yourself,

Dirt on your hands, trying so hard to breathe,

 

I want to grab my spirit in two hands

And feel it come alive again.

They say oh oh,

Rattle those tired bones,

you still have a life to live

Rattle those bones

 

There's always noises in the dark,

But sometimes it is just your heartbeat,

Saying that you're still alive

And it is going to be alright.

 

I want to grab my spirit in two hands

And feel it come alive again.

They say oh oh,

Rattle those tired bones,

you still have a life to live

Rattle those bones

Carah Wes