No Bones

My mind is a .... out my mouth
My tongue is a pill that i can't spit out

But make no bones
about it
we're older now
and i'd like to admit

My midnight image casts no shadow
Over tent city as our grass will grow

But make no bones
about it
we're older now
and i'd like to admit

Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time x2

Each step on these plains
Fills my lungs
Aloe soothed by a slip of the tongue
no thoughts no turning back, i
She knows me better than i
no plots, no scheming, its the goods you wasted

But make no bones
about it
we're older now
and i'd like to admit

Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time
Suppose its the right time x4