My jealous heart feels full tonight
I feel like the beast of the ball tonight
I feel my skin crawling and melting off my bones
Birds of a feather, we flew along
Till your wings grew fuller and then you were gone
But I'm no canary, I sing my own songs
And they say you're your own worst critic
But you might be worse
I could never cut myself this deep
And they say life will break you down
Unless you do it first
Jerusalem, come find me
Spare me this monstrosity
A wordsmith, a poet, you speak in tongues
As your silver voice fills up my lungs
I feel my skin growing more callous every day
You're living the dream like a crystal ball
I'm here, praying just to escape it all
And my jealous heart feels so full tonight
And they say you're your own worst critic
But you might be worse
I could never cut myself this deep
And they say life will break you down
Unless you do it first
Jerusalem, come find me
Spare me this monstrosity
Tongues made of poison, infecting my inner ear
They say my voice is golden
But silver's more in this year
And they say you're your own worst critic
But you might be worse
I could never cut myself this deep
And they say life will break you down
Unless you do it first
Jerusalem, come find me
Spare me this monstrosity