We bonded over broken bones.
Who's broke skin, who's fractured into places, and who's hurt the most.
We bonded over broken bones.
How many vicodin we took before bed, how many we sold to that band sleeping on our floor.
Week one of a two week tour.
God knows, they'll need it more than us.

You and me; an x-ray machine.
I swear that day you saw straight through me.

We're two bags of bones broken and talking of people we both know in common.
Amongst other things that I shouldn't mention.

You and me; a hospital love scene.
If only these broken bodies were ours forever.