Skeletons - The Speed of Things

I guess
 I've been bruised, if we were to speak plain.
   Every bruise that comes to flesh, makes it mark on the brain.
    You say it's always been and always will be.
     Anything you say has already been said, a million times.
      Do you think of all of the side streets we walked past slow, of buried skeletons in the back yard?
       So you think you've moved me to change, how could I be moved when
        I want to move away from this place?
        Things you think you know or you may have seen,
 might have come to pass if your parents had been kept clean.
Do you think of all of the side streets we've walked past slow, of buried skeletons in the back yard?