To Break My Hands Video (MV)

Maybe someday I'll feel my feet again
And not be such a traitor to my own skin
Shiny bodies and empty promises
There's not much for me here, where do I fit in?
"Stay clean," they say
Even if it kills me someday
Antimatter dripping down my walls
Helps me hear the music when the curtain falls
If you can't tell me where the bullet lands
Give me one good reason not to break my hands
"Stay clean," they say
Even if it kills me someday
Small pink post-its in a box somewhere
Remnants of the boys who preferred straighter hair
She took a photo but I didn't look
If you knew she wouldn't care, why'd you read the goddamn book?
She drove away
Breathless, I stay
And I'll be ok
Even if it kills me someday