Skeletons

I guess I've been bruised
If we were to speak plain
Every bruise that comes to flesh
Makes its mark on the brain

You say it's always been and always will be
Anything you say has already been said, a million times

Do you think of all of the side streets we walked past
Or our buried skeletons in the back yard?

So you think you've moved me to change
How could I be moved
When I want to move away from this place?
Things you think you know or you may have seen
Might have come to pass
If your parents had been kept clean

Do you think of all of the side streets
We've walked past
Or our buried skeletons in the back yard?