Taking Back Sunday: Slave to my vices

Make a big scene Make this glass house my Coffin, you Missed the big picture But it's the words that you're coughing upOut on your sleeveSo forget my sins here in song Well i'm telling you now What you've known all along And it's tired, so true, more Subtle than you, there's a lull in the stereo It's calling for you (calling for you) It's calling for you Well i'm a slave to my vices (It's true) They've all been (re) Renamed as your crutch So drag my name and my face Through the mud Couldn't think of better things (Battery or flattery) Show us just how vicious you can be Do what you came here to do (Do what you came here to do) Trigger, finger Gets you pointed in The right direction, My new-found discretion It's not a lie if you believe it It's no mistake if it's always repeated It's not a lie if you believe it It's no mistake if it's always repeated It's not a lie if you believe it It's no mistake if it's always repeated (Call it call it quits or just quit) It's not a lie if you believe it (Even if my last name rhymes with) It's no mistake if it's always repeated (Your rescue escape said it's right set you down) It's not a lie if you believe it (Cut me off, it's such a lie) It's no mistake if it's always repeated But i don't need to hear it from you What's another word for? I don't need to hear it from you What's another word for? I don't need to hear it from you What's another word for? Don't need to hear it from you It gets easier with doses of timeEasier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Easier with doses of time Show us just how vicious you Can be to me