Skyscrapers

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 calloused hands

and spin it into gold with lies about what no one knows

that 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