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