Old Bones by Burning Books Lyrics

I wish I could believe there's more to me
Than what the judge and jury can see
I wish I could say I tried my best
Maybe the warden would grant me my rest
But I am the warden
And I am the judge
I torture myself
No man could hold such a grudge
Against so me so I'll hold it myself
My blood on my hands and
My head on the shelf
I hope I live to see the day
When these old bones aren't filled with decay
But I fear I will stay on this road
And what is left of me will slowly erode

My mind is shut, my eyes are closed
I won't let them in
I fear I can't complete
What I did not begin
I wish I could forgive
But I don't want to forget
Otherwise I fear
I'd lead a life of regret

If I could remember what I have done
I could try to repent and change it all
But it seems the memories
I just can't recall

My mind is shut, my eyes are closed
I won't let them in
I fear I can't complete
What I could not begin
My mind is shut, my eyes are closed
I won’t let them in
I fear I can’t complete
What I did not begin

So, for now I remain the judge
And continue to hold that festering grudge
I need someone to come along
To spark the memories that I fear are gone

My mind is shut, my eyes are closed
I won’t let them in
‘Cause with these old bones I don’t know where to begin
My mind is shut, my eyes are closed
I won’t let them in
And I see that the warden won’t pardon my sin
Now I know the warden can’t pardon my sin