Dashboard Confessional Album

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.
You're 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 & your 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 the friends that you have are the best
impressing most of us as permanent
and 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 twenty-one,
but the sooner we are,
the sooner the fun will begin,
so get out your fake eyelashes, 
and fake i.d's,
& real disasters ensue,
it's cool to take these chances.
It's cool to fake romances

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 "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 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. 
Too late to be gracious and you do not warrant long good-byes. 

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 she wonders where I went she knows knows just what she'll wear she always wears blue Some sneakers or flip flops I'm starting to panic remember she asked you remember to breathe and the memory fades we'll be okay okay, okay, Alright

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 outdated, 
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. 

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 has left me feeling tired & exposed.
You've been asking me to bleed.
It seems these kinds of questions
come too easy to you now.
Your lack of shame comes naturally.
I should not be surprised.
I should have seen it sooner.

You 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,
because you're not going anywhere.

This damp air
is fighting my defroster.
My sighs they ring victorious
& fog this tinted glass.
It's clouded
& so is my head.
The hint of these new tears are sharp.
I try to hold them back.
It's useless.
I am useless against them.
They are beating me with ease.

On the way home
this car hears my confessions.

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 & talking the big smack & playing the fool & wearing all of the latest fashions or bucking the new trends wearing your old threads. If you like taking a cup of coffee in the evening. These are a few things that I'd like to know that I'd like to know"

So I said... "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 waiting through all your bad bad days just to end them with someone you care about and do you like making out and long drives and brown eyes and guys that just don't quite fit in yeah do you like them So yes, I'll see you there

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 

This paint has been tasting of lead
& their chips will fall as they may,
but it's not just my finish that is peeling,
& it is not alone fleeing these walls.

Well sooner of later this cold
it's gonna break
& our hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.
And sooner or later this cold
it's gonna break
& our words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.

This turpentine chaser's got kick
& the rag that it's soaked in is rich.
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
& as soon as I'm done I am gone.

The frightening facts
we've been facing our backs
for so long now
are begging for eyes
to bear witness to lies
& indifference.

Now we're saying aloud
the things we've declared in our silence.
The new coats of paint will not reaquaint

I'm always assuming the worst,
but you're going on none the less
& 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.

Pouring over photographs.
I'm living in your letters.
Breathe deeply from this envelope
it smells like you & I can't be
without that scent. It's filling me
with all you mean to me.

Continually failing these trials
but you stand by me nonetheless
& you won't let me sink
though I'm beggin you.
Phone calls from further away
& messages on my machine,
but I don't ever tell you this distance
seems terrible.
There is no need to test my heart,
with useless space.
These roads go on forever
& so do you and I.

So I'll hit the pavement 
it's gotta be better than waiting
& pushing you far away
cause I'm scared.
So I'll take my chances
& head on my way up there.

I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head 
Where I would impress you with every single word I said 
It would come out insightful, 
or brave, 
or smooth, 
or charming 
And you'd want to 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 longenly 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 
Where I would impress you with every single word I said 
It would come out insightful, 
or brave, 
or smooth, 
or charming 
And you'd want to 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 lonely waiting 
for you to want me, 
for you to need me, 

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's just too much to ask 
and you're measuring your 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 loss for the first time? 

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

[1.]
I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
But you're not alone, and you're not discreet
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."

[2.]
Well 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 were 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.

[1.]
I am alone
In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home

I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have speak, and
This bottle of beast is taking me home.

[2.]

Your hair, it's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities
And taking its wear.

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. 

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 

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 your smile again
out of the corner of your eye

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 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 jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe from the earth and 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 jewelery,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the 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 the 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,