Am F C G
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Am F C G
And this crowd right before me doesn?t care that I?m dying.
Am F C G
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Am F C G
I?m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Am F C
Oh, but Child. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Am F C
Oh, but Mother. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think less of me.
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She?s a dream, I just play dead.
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think...
Am F C G
Oh, but Lover. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Am F
To forget you.
C G
To forget you.
Am F C G
Oh, but Jesus. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G Am
Vices that you?re so used to. Vices that won?t make you think less of me.