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​Lungs Like Gallows

This song is by Senses Fail and appears on the album Life Is Not A Waiting Room (2008) and on the compilation Follow Your Bliss: The Best of Senses Fail (2012).

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, because 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.
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.
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.
Give me seven more.

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