Lungs Like Gallows

I give blood to prove to myself that I can matter to somebody else

Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands?

Don't put your faith in the desert sand, the wind is always blowing

There are gallows deep inside my lungs, that's where I hung ambition

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

I give blood not for the cause but to slowly give up the person I was

Holding my breath won't help, everything went to hell

So now I steal back pennies from the well because my wishes failed

I am screaming at my own shadow to stop living like a ghost

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

I don't need her, I'm not that desperate

Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then

'Cause I'm not done screaming yet

You can call off the intervention, 'cause I don't need your attention!

Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door?

Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984

I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores

And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors

So give me seven more

I don't need her I'm not that desperate

I don't need her I'm not that desperate!