Lungs Like Gallows

I give blood to prove to myself That I can matter to somebody else Is what makes a man the dirt on his hands? Don't put your faith in the desert sand The wind is always blowing There are gallows deep inside my lungs That's where I hung ambition Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors Give me seven more I give blood not for the cause But to slowly give up the person I was Holding my breath won't help Everything went to hell So now I steal back pennies from the well Because my wishes failed I am screaming at my own shadow To stop living like a ghost Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors Give me seven more I don't need her, I'm not that desperate Come visit me in twenty years and maybe then 'Cause I'm not done screaming yet You can call off the intervention 'Cause I don't need your attention Is it luck that's knocking right on my back door? Because I've been breaking mirrors since 1984 I walk under ladders, I spill salt on sores And I open my umbrella even when I am indoors Give me seven more I don't need her, I'm not that desperate I don't need her, I'm not that desperate