A Better Home lyrics

I’ve been sleeping with the TV on Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts Cause lately I can’t think without panic chasing me Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons? I know how it feels to get stuck Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons? Lost in a crowd Of recycled bones and skin What do you now With your seven skeletons The darkest clouds part overhead What do you do now With your seven skeletons?