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 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