Everyone I knownKeeps waiting for the chokenWe do damage we don't seenJust by chasing down the things we neednOh,sweet jealousynnThis is a picture of menThis is the panic in my headnThis is the dead weight in my chestnnIt takes a bitter mannTo steal love with his calloused handsnAnd spin it into goldnWith lies about what no one knowsnHe's dancing for ghostsnnThis is a picture of menThis is the panic in my headnThis is the dead weight in my chestnnAnd when she swears she needs menI get the violence in my handsnSkyscraper hearts make bitter mennnThe hours run from dawnnAnd the feeling's really gonenKeep it upnSing alongnOh wellnnThe air's alive with the scent of bloodnAnd I swear swear swear that i've had enough ofnAll the hours all the daysnThe waiting and the never camenWe can not love what never breaksnAnd hearts like ours will never changennThis is a picture of menThis is the panic in my headnThis is the dead weight in my chestnnAnd when she swears she need menI get the violence in my handsnSkyscraper hearts make bitter mennKeep it upnSing alongnOh well