Our Bones Turn To Stone

Embracing the Stone: Navigating Life's Learning Game
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Lyrics

Our bones turn to stone,

Metaphorical expression of becoming emotionally hardened or numb.

And our smiles all look the same,

Indication that external appearances may mask internal emotions.

What a safe place to be,

Reflection on the comfort of a seemingly secure state.

Look at me in a big bad dream.

Suggestive of confronting challenges within a surreal or difficult situation.


I have only me to blame,

Self-accountability for the current circumstances.

How the hell did it get this way,

Expressing confusion about how things reached this point.

And the story starts the same,

Implies a repetitive or cyclical nature of life stories.

We’re just teachers in a learning game.

Comparing life to a learning game, where individuals play the role of teachers.


So tell me it's okay to hurt like it hasn’t been said,

Seeking reassurance that it's acceptable to experience pain.

I’ve been quietly dancing around with the words in my head,

Engaging in internal contemplation, wrestling with emotional expression.

It’s a waste of time,

Commenting on the perceived futility of a particular situation.

In this waiting line,

Describing a sense of unproductive waiting or stagnation.

But I guess that's fine.

Acceptance of the current circumstances, despite the lack of progress.


What a long way to go,

Reflecting on the extensive journey ahead.

They say it’s the science that keeps us down,

Suggesting that scientific understanding may hinder progress or freedom.

And there’s no place to go,

Feeling trapped with no apparent escape.

I got to do a little running to get back home.

Necessity to run or exert effort to return to a sense of familiarity or home.


So tell me it's okay to hurt like it hasn’t been said,

Reiteration of the need for acceptance in facing emotional pain.

I’ve been quietly dancing around with the words in my head,

Continued internal struggle with expressing emotions.

It’s a waste of time,

Reiteration of the perceived time-wasting nature of a situation.

In this waiting line,

Repeating the feeling of being stuck in a waiting line.

But I guess that's fine.

Acceptance of the situation despite its lack of resolution.

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