Vices

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. Chorus 1: Am F C Oh, but Child. I?ve got Vices like any other man. Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1) Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate. Something sick, something rabid. And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don?t hate you, I just hate where I?m heading. I?m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win? Chorus 2: 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. Verse 3: Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She?s a dream, I just play dead. I?ve been blessed, I?ve been hated. She?s the constant, and I?m her addict. She?s the only peace in this world, uneasy. While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I?ve spent my whole life seeking. The only heart I?ve ever needed. Chorus 3: 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. Verse 4: Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy. Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting. I?ll exist as if I don?t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison. But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try... Am F To forget you. C G To forget you. Chorus 4 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.