Mr. jones

Skin and bones
You’re just skin and bones
Mr. Jones
Take me to those rows and rows
Of bottles stowed
On decks below
They say it’s gonna storm
Battle cries subsidize
Feelings buried low

If we don’t make it through the night
Let me say this now outright
I can’t save you but I try
Can’t rearrange you so I cry
Just let it all die

Medicate me now
The gin is resting on the floor
It’s no accident
I left it there from the night before
Bigger pills
Little pills
A story now of losing who you were
Skin and bones
Mr. Jones
I’m forgetting what I’ve learned

If we don’t make it through the night
Let me say this now outright
I can’t save you but I try
Can’t rearrange you so I cry
Just let it all die

It’s not the leaving
It’s the hurting that I mind
It’s the aching that’s breaking up our lives

And we won’t bury you
We’ll take you to the doctor
Take you to the doctor
Take you to the doctor