Oh how it restricts the blood to your finger!
Bottled up at the top; it's bad if it lingers
It sparkles like the hemlines in this tragic room
Tight-knot ties lossened and wine glasses loom
Enjoy a special occasion with a dash of fake
Like these bared teeth and the hands I shake
Make me feel like the worlds best 2nd place
I suppose it was all my fault, im not one to chase

Something silly like a photograph
Makes you think you're luckier than that
And holds everything over you for so long
It doesn't feel so wrong, feel so wrong

Eyes to the front was never my kind of fun
Eyes to the sky, that's what i've always done
Our path to god is just a joke without laughs
And celebrations born of mistakes and mis-haps
God, there is an injustice at the altar again
Where candles lend false light to "faultless" men
And words are said to set this in stone
I hope it never breaks, I hope you're not alone

Something silly like a photograph
Makes you think you're luckier than that
And holds everything over you for so long
It doesn't feel so wrong, feel so wrong
Something silly like a photograph
Makes you think you're luckier than that
And holds everything over you for so long
It doesn't feel so wrong, feel so wrong

It doesn't feel so wrong

It doesn't feel so wrong