Dashboard Confessional - The Swiss Army Romance

Screaming Infidelities

I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.  
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,
& this bottle of beats is taking me home.  
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets.  
You're not alone & you're not discreet.  
You make sure I know, whose 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 & forever."  

As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, 
and sit alone & 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 are pretending.  

I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.  
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep.  
And this bottle of beast is taking me home. 
Your hair. 
Its everywhere. 
Screaming Infidelities.  
Taking it's wear.  


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 has left me feeling tired & exposed.  
You've been asking me to bleed.  
It seems these kinds of questions 
come too east 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.  
While you're inciting others.  
You're owning up to nothing 
and I wish that I was gone, 
Becuase you're not going anywhere.  

This damp air is fighting me defroster.  
My sighs they ring victorious 
& fog this tinted glass.  
Its clouded & so is my head.  
The hint of new tears are sharp 
I try to choke them back, 
Its useless.  
I am useless against them.  
They are beating me with ease.  
On the way home this car hears my confessions.  
I think tonight I'll take the long way. 


Living in your Letters

I'm always assuming the worst, 
but you're going on nonetheless 
& there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall.  
Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home.  
And there is 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.  
Its 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 begging 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 and so do you & I.  
So I'll hit the pavement its got to be better 
than waiting & pushing you far away cause I'm scared.  
So I'll take my chances & head on my way up there.  
Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten.  


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.
You're just like everyone.
And that face you paint is pressed impressing most of 
us as permenant but I'd like to see you undone.
College night will draw the crowds.
Dorms unload & you're heading out.
Here's your moment to shine.
Making up a history.
It has nothing from the life you lead but man,
will they buy all your lines.

Sleep with all the sheets off
your bearing your matress
your bearing your soul.
And your dying to look smooth with your tattoos
but you're searching just like everyone
you could be anyone.
And those friends you have are the best impressing
most of us as permenant 
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 has got nothing of 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 & grow up fast. 


Turpentine Chaser

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 or later this cold its 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 its 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 its soaked in is rich.
The fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
& as soon I'm done I am gone.
The frightning facts we've been facing our backs to
so long now are begging our eyes to bear witness to 
the lies & indifference.
Now we're saying aloud the things we've declared in our silence
The new coat of paint will not reacquaint broken hearts
to broken homes.


A Plain Morning

It is yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
& my hope is feeling worn. 
I'm missing home,
& I'm glad you're not part of this,
there are parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you that the temperature is dropping
& it feels like it is colder than it ought to be in March
& I still have 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.
It's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
There's pillows in their cases 
& one of those is mine.  
And when you wrote the words I love you,
& sprayed it with perfume.
It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room.
It is warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July


Age Six Racer

So long sweet summer. 
I stumbled upon you 
& gratefully basked in your rays.
So long sweet slumber. 
I fell into you now ur gracefully falling away
Hey thanks, thanks for that summer 
it is cold where you're going 
I hope that your hearts always warm.
I gave you the best that I had.
You passed on the letters 
& passed on the best that I had. 
I hate the winter in Lexington

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 its more than that I feel that I might break
out of touch,
out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed signals
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 you smile again
out of the corner of your eye won't be the only way
you'll look at me then.


Ender Will Save Us All

Its just like you to contest 
you wear it like a label on your breast
don't you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies with your charm
& in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it within me?

Its hard to explain how I am getting by 
on so little from you.
Its hard to believe I would let myself get so wrapped up
in you.
There's got to 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.
The harder I push the further I fall.
Well you don't mind me being headstrong.
But you don't want to sing along.
Maybe its trite but I can always be wrong.  
Try not to be wrong.


Shirts and Gloves

When I'm back from the road then you're out on it
& I'm tired of this of this distance
& I believe its 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.
I'll call your cellular phone to tell you TV night was 
lonely without you & 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.
The note that you had called says you're half a day away
& you are heading home just in time for me
for me to leave

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 hate to miss out.
I think I miss you most on Wednesdays & Saturdays.
It seems our day keeps falling on a leap year.

 

more to come but for now I'm tired heres a link to an article on your favorite guy, Chris Carrabba.

http://www.punkrocks.net/bands/otb/dashboard.html
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