Buried In Your Bones
Mr. Independent I don't know what to give you I don't know what to get you Mr. Independent You control time and space But you don't know how they function Mr. Independent You give love in essence But you don't know how to earn it You thought me how to cave in To your needs and wanting I don't know what to get you That will lift my ego A giving that will weigh than feathers I see through you But I didn’t see who you were before you rose to Independence, independence, independ... Now, I see through you But I didn't see who you were before You formed ashes in the clouds My independent When I give you gold coins You swallow them And they return as gold leaves Mr. Independent When I clean your floors Your pour unto it debris When I distill your water You pour in earth I can't think what to get you Mr. Independent you said Clothes are for those Who are naked and can be seen Tha