Dashboard Confessional
If You Can't Leave It Be...
What you found sure upset you,
never saw it coming did you?
It's easy to be surprised with both your eyes sewn closed.
Handled with great precision,
another faultless execution,
you're the subject of this exhibition,
a willing cadaver, a willing cadaver.
Scapled, sutured, made whole again.
These cuts are leaving creases.
Trace the scars to fit the pieces,
to tell your story,
you don't need to say a word.
So call off the calvary,
you can't save a wretch like me.
Clean this with kerosene,
if you can't leave it be,
might as well make it bleed.
Scapled, sutured, made whole again.
Your wires are frayed,
can't fire right,
you look better when out of sight,
you were not made to stand and fight,
there's somehting better wrong with you.
Your pulse is anemic,
you're tired of the fire,
you're bruising too easy,
falling behind,
and no one is waiting for you,
and no one is waiting for you.
So call off the quarantine,
you can't save the rest from me.
Clean this with kerosene,
if you can't leave it be,
might as well make it bleed.
Scapled, sutured, made whole again.
Your wires are frayed, can't fire right,
you look better when out of sight,
you were not made to stand and fight,
there's something better wrong with you.
And no one is waiting for you, And no one is waiting for you.
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