The Envy Corps - Rooftop

When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure
I guess that I get this way
I need a rooftop I can look from or jump off
I guess that I get this way

What's the problem, dear? Are you feeling unloved?
That's what I was most afraid of

I need a fresh arm I can slice up or cut off
I guess that I get this way
When my skies are crooked my scars turn blue
I guess that I get this way