Jennifer Nettles Story Of Your Bones
It's been two long months since I took a good look in
the mirror
And in that time I find these lines on my face have
gotten clearer.
It's time I reintroduce myself to the world
Show them what I'm all about
Even if it's just so they can chew me up and turn their
heads and spit me out.
These bones in my face are from my mother
These lips I use are from my father
And the nose that rests above them is from another man
Somewhere who didn't bother.
I wonder what he would say
If he knew I got up here and rambled on this way
Would he then be proud and make it known
That he was part of me and I was one of his own.
It's been five long weeks since I've been able to kiss
your face
And that always makes me question if this bullshit is
worth it in the first place
'Cause I have to know the story of your bones
And I long to rove the map of your skin
And I'm tired of us both feeling loved yet alone
I want to feel where you've hurt, I want to taste where
you've been
But what will they say
Will they still come and hear me when they know I love
you this way
As I read you with my mouth and my finger tips
Like berries you color my hands, like wine you stain my
lips.
It's been two long months since I took a good look in
the mirror.
