hang your worries at the door and lay here on the ground
we'll listen to the world doing her rounds
you seem to know how to make my body laugh
and when you kiss me back it's one whole paragraph

something in how you move glides into my bones
and my bones start giggling cuz they're used to being alone

my bones
they start to laugh
my bones
they're used to being alone

your fingers drill into my head and let out all the steam
past gnarled roots, yellow grass, and scary dreams
i like you without thinking, like blinking

my bones
they start to laugh
my bones
they're used to being alone