Do you mind if I sit right there?
I got up and someone took my chair
I swear I was gone for a minute
To fill my glass, put something in it
I know your arms are sore and so are mine
Been hanging at arms reach for quite some time
I just tell myself to get a grip
But if I adjust, will I slip?
Broken arm a hairline fracture
I've been reading up on architecture
Skeleton in the closet make this place a home
The blueprint says our house is made of bones
I have a shelf of coffee cups that I never use
They sit gathering dust, others to choose
I can't bring myself to throw them away
I'll take them to donate another day
Hang on I need to refill my medication
An empty pill jar means by brain is on vacation
Flying over flooded fields just outside of St Louis
Looking out the window counting my bruises
Broken arm a hairline fracture
I've been reading up on architecture
Skeleton in the closet make this place a home
The blueprint says our house is made of bones
Do you mind if I sit right there?
I got up and someone took my chair