Everyone I know
keeps waiting for the choke
we do damage we don't see
just by chasing down the things we need
sweet jealousy
this is a picture of me
this is the panic in my head
this is the dead weight in my chest
it takes a bitter man
to steal love with his calloused hands
and spin it into gold
with lies about what no one knows
he's dancing for ghosts
this is a picture of me
this is the panic in my head
this is the dead weight in my chest
and when she swears she needs me
I get the violence in my hands
skyscraper hearts make bitter men
the hours run from dawn
and the feeling's really gone
keep it up
sing along
oh well
the air's alive with the scent of blood
and I swear swear swear that I've had enough of
all the hours all the days
the waiting and the never cames
we can not love what never breaks
and hearts like ours will never change
this is a picture of me
this is the panic in my head
this is the dead weight in my chest
and when she swears she need me
I get the violence in my hands
skyscraper hearts make bitter men
keep it up
sing along
oh well
