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