Verse 1
When I see your picture my heart grows a fissure.
I guess that I get this way.
I need a rooftop to look from or jump off.
I guess that I get this way.
Chorus
What’s the problem dear?
Are you feeling unloved?
That's what I was most afraid of.
Verse 2
Well I need a fresh arm I can cut up or slice off.
I guess that I get this way.
My scars are crooked, my scars turn blue.
I guess that I get this way.
Chorus.