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[Verse 1]
Skeletons
[Verse 2]
I've been going out of my mind
'Cause you're giving me way too much adrenaline, hold the line
I heard the little bump in the night
Although it's good on paper, on occasion, we collide, we collide (Skeletons)
[Verse 3]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you (Skeletons)
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 4]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 5]
Your cards close to your chest
You tell me that it's all for the best
"Just rumours from losers"
What I don't know can't hurt me I guess?
[Verse 6]
I feel the need to question your past
Like how many exes you've had
Our future's all kombucha
But we never trust the weather forecast
[Verse 7]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 8]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 9]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your skeletons
Your six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Better fasten your seatbelts
Call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Written by: Murray Matravers, Rob Milton, Sam Hewitt