Screaming Infidelities
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
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.
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 cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
And I am alone,
and in my defeat
I wish I knew
it was safely at home.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak.
And this bottle of
Beast is taking me home.
Your hair
It's everywhere
Screaming infidelities
And taking it's wear
~Dashboard Confessional
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 ever alive.
This purchased rebellion
has been outbidded,
denounced and rescinded
and left to die championless.
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.
~Dashboard Confessional
Standard Lines
Which of the bold faced
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's 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.
~Dashboard Confessional
Age Six Racer
So long, sweet Summer
I stumbled upon you
And gratefully
Basked in your rays
So long, sweet Summer
I fell into you
Now you're gracefully
falling away
Hey, thanks
Thanks for that summer
It's cold where you're going
I hope that your heart's
always warm
I gave you the best
I gave you the best I had
You passed on the letters
And passed on the best
That I had
So long, sweet Summer
I stumbled upon you
And gratefully
Basked in your rays
So long, sweet Summer
I fell into you
Now you're gracefully
falling away
I hate the winter
In Lexington
~Dashboard Confessional
Living In Your Letters
Always assuming the worst
But you're going on nonetheless
And there's nothing to
Cushion your heart
Led fall
Letters from further away
Keep pulling me close to home
And there's something to
Cushion my callous sighs
And I know that you hope for
Longer good-byes
Embracing for forever
And falling in your eyes
In your eyes
Your eyes
Pouring over photographs
I'm living in your letters
Breath deeply from this envelope
It smells like you
And I can't be
Without That scent
It's filling me
With all you mean to me
To me
Continually failing these trials
But you stand by me nonetheless
And you won't let me sink
Though I'm begging you
I'm begging you
Phone calls from further away
And messages on my machine
But I don't ever tell you
This distance seems terrible
There's no need
To test my heart
With useless space
These roads go on forever
There'll always be a place
For you in my heart
So I'll hit the pavement
It's got to be better
Than waiting
And pushing you far away
Cuz I'm scared
So I'll take my chances
And head on my way up there
Cuz turning to you
Is like falling in love
When you're ten
~Dashboard Confessional
So Impossible
So she says
"Everyone's going
to the party.
Won't you come if I come
with a friend for your friend?
I'd be so pleased to see you
out of the classroom,
wearing the smile
that I'll bring you.
I was hoping to learn
a few things like...
Do you, do you like
dishing the dirt
on the whole class,
or talking the big smack,
or playing the fool?
Or wearing all of the
latest fashions,
or bucking the new trends
and wearing your old threads.
Or if you like coffee
in the evenings,
These are a few things
that I'd like to know.
That I'd like to know."
So I say
I've been scheduled to work
but I'll call in.
And my friend isn't busy,
he'd be happy to join me.
And maybe my friend
and your friend
Will hit it off...
Or maybe we will.
I'm dying to know...
Do you, do you like
dreaming of things
so impossible,
or only the practical,
or ever the wild?
Or wading through all your
bad, bad days
just to end them with
someone you care about?
Or do you like making out
or long drives
or brown eyes
or guys that just don't
quite fit in?
Yeah, do you like them?
So yes, I'll see you there.
~Dashboard Confessional
Turpentine Chaser
This paint has been
tasting of lead,
and their chips will fall
as they may.
But it's not just
my finish that's peeling,
and it's not alone
fleeing these walls.
Well sooner or later
this cold, it's gonna break
so our hands
will be warm again.
But all I want
is not to need you now.
And sooner or later,
this code, it's gonna break
and our words
will be heard again,
But all I want are
vows of silence now.
This turpentine chaser's
got kick,
and the rag that it's
soaked in is rich.
The fumes aid the pace
of my cleaning
and as soon as I'm done
I am gone.
Well sooner or later
this cold, it's gonna break
so our hands
will be warm again.
But all I want
is not to need you now.
And sooner or later,
this code, it's gonna break
and our words
will be heard again,
But all I want are
vows of silence now.
And the frightening facts
we've been facing our backs to
for so long now
are begging for eyes
to bear witness
to lies and indifference.
Now we're saying aloud
the things we've declared
in our silence.
That new coats of paint
will not reacquaint
broken hearts
to broken homes.
Broken homes, broken homes.
~Dashboard Confessional
Hands Down
Breathe in for luck.
Breathe in so deep.
This air is blessed
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull.
These hearts, they race
from self control.
Your legs are smooth
as they graze mine.
We're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high that
you kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours
to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
The words are hushed,
"Let's not get busted."
Just lay entwined here,
undiscovered.
Safe in here from all
the stupid questions.
"Hey, did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near,
stay close, they can't hear.
So we can get some.
My hopes are so high that
your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours
to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
Hands down, this is
the best day I can
ever remember.
I'll always remember
the sound of the stereo,
dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair
that you twirled
in your fingers.
And the time on the clock
when we realized
"It's so late."
And this walk that
we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked
so I jumped it
and let you in.
And you stood at your door
with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me
like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant it
that you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant it.
~Dashboard Confessional
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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 it doesn't 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 your
Minutes by a clock that's blinking Eights.
Well 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 loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.
~Dashboard Confessional
Again I Go Unnoticed
So quiet
Another wasted night,
The television steals
The conversation
Exhale
Another wasted breath,
Again it goes 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, 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 it's 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 you smile again
Out of the corner of my eye
Won't be the only way
You're looking at me then.
~Dashboard Confessional
For Justin
It's been a year now
Since you were hear now
And I'll be tryin
To heal inside
Dedications have
All been placed
And I see your
Resemblance in my face
And on our birthday
I'll set an extra wish for you
For you
And I have learned
So much since you've been gone
And I have done
So little for so long
So now I'll settle
Up my grievances
And focus on the savory
And wave all these
Discrepancies away
And I'll peter out
These misconceptions
Give out faith
At my discretion
Live a life that
You would think was sane
Sane
Display and changes
That they have made
And I wonder if you ever
Really wanted it this way
And in your memory they
Even hung a plaque for you
For you
And I have learned so much
Since you've been gone
And I have done
So little for so long
So now I'll settle up
These grievances
And focus on the savory
And wave all these
Discrepancies away
And I'll peter out
These misconceptions
Give out faith
At my discretion
Live a life that you
Would think was sane
Sane
~Dashboard Confessional
Anyone, Anyone
I'm not sure of
Anyone, Anyone
But I've got plans
I'm not asking
For everything
But sure I could
Use a hand
Get a little anxious
Sometimes you'll be gone
And I'll be left behind
Get a little nervous
Sometimes it'll be my turn
And I'll forget my lines
Get a little lost look
And some staring from
The corner of my eye
Never really mastered
Disinterest
I can't see how
The way you leave me alone
Makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won't ask you
To give up on the things
That seem to keep you gone
But I can be gone too
Feel a little sorry
Sometimes you're not here
When I am writing
Feels a little awkward
Sometimes you won't talk
But we're not fighting
You hold onto your secrets
And I'm not privy
To what is on your mind
I can't help but feel tired
So tired
So tired
~Dashboard Confessional
The Sharp Hint of New Tears
On the way home
this car hears my confessions
I think tonight
I'll take the long way.
This weather,
the wind outside is biting
It's left me feeling tired
and exposed.
You've been asking me to bleed
It seems these kinds
of questions
They come too easy to you now
And your lack of shame
comes naturally
I should not be surprised
I should have seen it sooner.
Expect me to apologize
for things that you've done wrong
While you're inciting others.
You're owning up to nothing
and I wish that I was gone
'cause you're not going anywhere.
This damp air
is fighting my defroster
My sighs, they ring victorious
and fog this tinted glass.
And it's clouded,
and so is my head.
The hint of these new
tears are sharp,
I try to choke them back.
But it's useless,
I'm useless against them
They're beating me with ease.
On the way home
this car hears my confessions
I think tonight
I'll take the long way.
~Dashboard Confessional
Shirts and Gloves
When I'm back from the road
then you're out on it.
And I'm tired of this distance
and I believe it's over,
it's over-rated.
And this phone tag game
is endless,
The novelty is wearing.
I'm hoping time will pass
without any assistance
or convincing.
Road rules apply.
there's so much action,
you're getting busy.
So I'll call your
cellular phone
to tell you TV night was
lonely without you
and so am I, so am I.
It seems our day keeps
falling on a leap year.
So many high points
on this last leg,
I can't wait to recount them.
It seems like nothing's happened
until I've shared them with you.
And the note that you have called
says you're half a day away.
And you are heading home
just in time for me,
for me to leave.
And road rules apply.
There's so much action,
I'm getting busy.
So make sure that I'm
up to date on TV night,
I'd hate to miss out.
I think I miss you most
on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Seems our day keeps
falling on a leap year.
~Dashboard Confessional
Ender Will Save Us All
It's just like you
to contest,
Wear it like a label
on your breast.
Don't you see
what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies
with your charm
and in your pride,
a hopeful look
draped in disguise.
I wanna give you
whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it what I need?
I wanna give you
whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it within me?
It's hard to explain
how I am getting by
on so little from you.
It's hard to believe
that I would let myself
get so wrapped into you.
There's gotta be something
that would be worthwhile
for me to give to you.
We need a connection
but you seem to push me
far away from you.
From you, from you.
The harder I push
the farther I fall.
Well you don't mind me
being headstrong.
But you don't want
to sing along.
Maybe it's trite
but I can't always,
always, always be wrong.
Be wrong, be wrong.
Try not to be,
try not to be,
try not to be,
try not to be wrong.
~Dashboard Confessional
For You To Notice
I'm starting to fashion
an idea in my head.
Where I would impress you
with every single word I said,
would come out insightful,
or brave, or smooth,
or charming.
And you'd wanna call me.
And I would be there
every time you need me.
I'd be there every time.
But for now I'll look
so longingly.
Waiting...
for you to want me,
for you to need me,
for you to notice me.
I'm starting to fashion
an idea in my head...
~Dashboard Confessional
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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.
Laced with brilliant smiles
And shining eyes
And perfect posture
But you're barely scraping by
You're barely scraping by
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 that
You've come to fear the most.
Is the place that 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 makeup
But you're barely scraping by.
~Dashboard Confessional
Saints And Sailors
This is where I say
I've had enough
And no one should ever feel
The way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
A trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe
That I'm getting any better.
Waiting here with
Hopes 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, never.
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 joke's on me.
~Dashboard Confessional
This Bitter Pill
Walking away.
It's not the same as running,
Is it to you now 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 equaled
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.
~Dashboard Confessional
A Plain Morning
It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
A part of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed
And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like
It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two
Ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away
I'd like to hire a plane
I'd see you in the morning
When the day is fresh
I'm coming home again
But it's warmer
where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
And you wrote the words
"I Love You"
And sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room
And it's warmer
where you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July
It's yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
A part of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed
And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like
It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And I still got a day or two
Ahead of me
Till I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away
~Dashboard Confessional
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 let you.
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss
That tells of other people's 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 that from you.
I guess I should have
Heard of that 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,
Too late to be gracious
And you do not warrant
Long good-byes.
You're calling too late.
~Dashboard Confessional
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige
with the pieces all face down.
So the placing goes slowly,
the picture's of anything
other than it's meant to be.
But the hours, they creep.
The patterns repeat.
Well don't be concerned,
you know I'll be fine
on my own.
I never said "Don't go."
But I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages
that you've marked
to find your way back.
And it says:
"Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if
the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
Well this basement's a coffin,
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here
just to be safe.
I'd 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."
But I've hidden 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 I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages
that you'll read
if you're so inclined.
Does he ever get the girl?
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."
Does he ever get the girl?
~Dashboard Confessional
The Swiss Army Romance
Sleep with all the lights on.
You're not so happy,
you're not secure.
You're dying to look cute
in your blue jeans
but you're plastic just like
everyone, just like everyone.
And that face you paint
is pressed, impressing
most of us as permanent.
And I'd like to see you undone.
College night
will draw the crowds.
Dorms unload
and you're heading out.
Here is your moment to shine.
Making up a history.
It's nothing from
the life you lead.
But man, will they
buy all your lines.
Sleep with all the sheets off.
Bearing your mattress,
bearing your soul.
And you're dying to look
smooth with your tattoos.
But you're searching
just like everyone,
could be anyone.
And those friends you have
are the best, impressing
most of us as permanent.
I'd like to see you undone.
Youth's the most
unfaithful mistress.
Still we forge ahead
to miss her.
Rushing our moment to shine.
Making up a history.
It's nothing from
the life you lead.
But man will they
buy all your lines.
We're not 21
but the sooner we are
the sooner the fun will begin.
So get out your fake
eyelashes and fake I.D.'s
and real disasters ensue.
It's cool to take these chances.
It's cool to fake romances.
And grow up fast...
~Dashboard Confessional
Remember to Breathe
She fixes her lips,
they always look perfect.
Never a smudged line,
never too much.
I try on my blue shirt,
she told me she liked it,
once.
She wonders what I'll wear.
She knows just what she'll wear.
She always wears blue.
So sneakers or flip flops?
I'm starting to panic.
Wait...
Remember, she asked you.
Remember to breathe
and everything will be okay.
All right?
~Dashboard Confessional
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