The skeletons in my closet 
They have all danced around
Solo and together 
With and without my demons
That have lived under the beds 
I’ve slept in over the years
Came peepin’ out 
Disguised as best friends
Lovers, new found religion 
And things of the like
I’ve tried padlocks on the door
All to find those skeletons 
Are damn good locksmiths

That’s fine too
These days I leave my closet door open

We’re all friends here
I have no shame to bear 
There might be holes in my garments
But there’s no smoke in the air
Clear skies and clear hearts 
Thats what resides here now