Skeletons

Sometimes it seems that people are not made of water and cells, but of locks on their souls and secrets under their skin. Everyone hides something - awkwardness, resentment, old sins, a couple of “skeletons” just in case. And then someone comes along and says,"Just relax. We're all like that."And the air immediately becomes lighter. This song is like an open window after a long winter: a little scary, but pleasant. It's not about perfection, but about honesty - the kind without filters or pretenses. Just two people who are brave enough not to hide their imperfections. Because underneath all that armor, there's only skin, bones, and a little love, if you're lucky.