For You All Lyrics - Singles - Vices I Admire

So am I really only always and forever grating my nails against your head? Let me in. 

Where are you? 

Look from feet to the hands that push me over, blow this body on my back, blow me on my knees 

All I have is the page a paper turned my mind an inch away from wasting everyone, I bet you never thought I cared 

So fuck it all, I'm so sick of trying, where I succeed is failing in the eyes of someone who doesn't even know. 

And the rest of you all can bow before me, here's your god, holy, hell like visiting me now, here's your verve, here's your spit 

And the rest of you all can walk upon me, oh where I sit I'm good at holding carpet for these wounds to return 

Don't you put this on me, I've got more to show you, so far gone I can't see where the fuck I've got to go to pray 

All the times that I thought a word enough (to) prove myself as a saint, and whore you my love 

Pray 

I've filled my hands with those I've crushed a thousand times 

All alone, here I am in my head, in my dance, voice I speak like I said, I am sick I know 

All in all for all I am is all I am, when all I am is all misunderstood, it's all because of me. 

And the rest of you all can gaze upon me, oh here's your final form, pity me your broken toy, I'll bathe in pride and broken glass 

And the rest of you all can look upon me, oh what you've built is too much for a phrase to ever hold or return 

Don't you put this on me, I've got more to show you, you know one thing about me, sure that I don't know you, but I do, and I pray 

Your bitterness grows, your heart breaks, no more "fuck it all"s you've found me 

I pray I don't bend like a twig, or fall from wings melt sun 

Busy mouths hide simple minds; have chewed my pitted seeds 

Vestigial eye showed me the backs of your spiked hands 

Pray 

You'd better run, you'd better rise 

Or I'll get some small control, and show you before we go 

One more thing: I'm yours.