*Dashboard Confessional*
*Lyrics*
The Brilliant Dance
So this is odd,
the painful realization that has all gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover's clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but does it make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all,
where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking is just too much to ask
and you're measuring the minutes
by a clock that's blinking eights.
This is incredible.
Starving, insatiable,
Yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time?
Well this is the last time.
Screaming Infidelities
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots that we'd have to speak
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets,
And you're not alone, and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again.
And there's not a word that I comprehend,
except when you signed it
"I will love you always, and forever"
As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder...
how you're making out.
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere...
With anyone...
Making out.
I'm missing your laugh, how did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots that we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Your hair, it's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities.
Taking it's wear.
The Best Deceptions
I heard about your trip.
I heard about your souvenirs.
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights,
and the cool guys that you spent them with.
Well I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
Don't you see, don't you see,
That the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards...
Go to you.
So kiss me hard
'Cause this will be the last time that I'll let you.
You will be back someday
and this awkward kiss that tells of other peoples' lips
Will be of service to keeping you away.
I heard about your regrets.
I heard that you were feeling sorry.
I heard from someone that you wish you could
Set things right between us.
Well I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I guess I should have heard of them from you.
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing.
I'd rather you'd never heard my voice.
You're calling too late to be gracious.
And you do not warrant long good-byes.
You're calling too late.
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't go."
I've written a note,
It's pressed between pages
That you've marked to find your way back.
It says "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
The chapter's unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
The basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone,
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said "Good-bye"
Does he ever get the girl?
Saints and Sailors
This is where I say I've had enough
and no one should ever feel the way I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
and I don't believe I'm getting any better.
Any better...
Waiting here with hopes that the phone will ring.
And I'm thinking awful things
and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment
is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering the house
like I've never wanted out
and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you.
'Cause they would never do.
I would never do.
So don't be a liar,
Don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the jokes on me.
The Good Fight
Consider the odds,
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
are the singular proof that it was never alive.
This purchased rebellion has been outdated,
Denounced and rescinded and left to die champion-less.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.
Standard Line
Which of the bold faces lies will we use?
I hope that you're happy, you really deserve it,
This will be the best for us both in the end.
But your taste still lingers on my lips
Like I just placed them upon yours
And I starve for you.
But this new diet is liquid
And dulling to the senses.
And it's crude but it will do.
Which of the standard lines will we use?
I've been meaning to call you. I've just been so busy.
We'll catch up soon.
Let's make it a point to.
Again I go Unnoticed
So quiet
another wasted night,
the television steals the conversation
exhale,
another wasted breath,
again I go unnoticed.
Please tell me you're just feeling tired.
'Cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch,
Are we out of time?
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed.
'Cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch,
Are we out of time?
Close lipped,
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all its passion,
Your grip
Another time is slack
It leaves me feeling empty.
I'll wait until tomorrow.
Maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day
When I can't bear these nights of thoughts of
Going on without you.
This mood of yours is temporary.
It seems worth the wait to see your smile again.
Out of the corner of your eye
Won't be the only way you'll look at me then.
The Places You Have Come
To Fear The Most
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
And covered with a perfect shell,
Such a charming beautiful exterior.
This is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough
To please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places you have come to fear the most.
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes,
And perfect make-up but you're barely scraping by.
This Bitter Pill
Walking away.
It's not the same as running.
Is it to you know that you've run in this ground.
And you say take this.
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you
With such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion
Such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare.
Glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out.
It's wearing off
And it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match.
The bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted begging to be used
and so are you.