In the darkest of days you will find me 
Hollowed out like a tree, hiding from me, 
From the voices in my head that remind me 
I'm alone, you're alone, we're all alone. 

Take my hand, let's run in between the branches 
Of the woods where our souls can find peace, 
I don't think you know how it feels to not feel anything but pain in your soul. 

So reach out and find a home, find a home, 
To bury your guilt, and all your pain, and your remorse, 
But hold onto all the anger that you feel inside 
And tell them it's all their fault, It's all their fault, 
Honey, it's not your fault, it's not your fault. 

I might not ever write on your wall 
But I still cry for you sometimes you know, 
I don't often, it's a strange and unsettling sensation, 
I don't need to remind myself of how I feel. 

So I wish you luck on the other side, 
I wish you well on the other side, 
Let's hope that that world is a less cruel place, 
Let's hope that we all get to feel the same ways. 

There's a whole lot of bones in our closets, 
There's a whole lot of bones in our underwear drawers, 
There's a whole lot of bones in our closets, 
And we hide them well, 
We hide them well. 
And you hid them well, 
You hid them well.