[dashboard confessional]

album: places you have come to fear the most (2001)
label: vagrant records

song: the brilliant dance
so this is odd
the painful realization that all has 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

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
this is the last time...
this is the last time...



song: 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 missing you bed
i never sleep
avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak
and this bottle of beast is taking me home

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

your hair
it's everywhere
screaming infidelities
taking its wear



song: the best deceptions
i heard about your trip
i heard about your souvenirs
i heard about the cool breaze, 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 decpetions" 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 some day 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

don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
and all the "best decpetions" 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 some day and this awkward kiss
that screams of other people's lips
will be of service to keeping you away

i'm waiting for blood
to flow to my fingers
i'll be alright 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 to late
you're calling too late



song: this ruined puzzle
this ruined puzzle is beige with the 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"
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 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'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"

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 i've hidden a note
that'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"
don't go...

does he ever get the girl?



song: 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
any better...

waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and i'm thinking awful things
i'm pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an argument
anything at all to break the silence

wandering this house like i've never wanted out
and this is about as social as i get now
and i am throwing away the letters that i am writing you
'cause they would never do
i would never do
never...

waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and i'm thinking awful things
i'm pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an argument
anything at all to break the silence

well 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

well im not laughing
youre not leaving
well who do i think i am kidding
well i'm the only one locked in this... (no idea on the last word)

waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and i'm thinking awful things
i'm pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an argument
anything at all to break the silence

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



song: 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 outdated, denounced and rescinded
and left to die
championless... championless... 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
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

this purchased rebellion
has been outdated, denounced and rescinded
and left to die
championless... championless... 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
i begged you not to go
i begged you, i pleaded
claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated

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



song: 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
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

but your taste still lingers on my lips
like i just placed them upon yours and i starve
i starve for you
but this new diet's liquid
and dulling to the senses
and it's crude but it will do



song: 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 to slack it leaves me feeling empty

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 stand read your rolling eyes
out of touch, are we out of time?

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

so quiet
another wasted night
the television steals the conversation
exhale
another wasted breath
again it goes unnoticed



song: the places that 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
perfect posture
but you're barely scraping by
but you're barely scraping by

well this is one time
well this is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please
everyone or anyone at all
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
it's 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
perfect makeup
but you're barely scraping by
but you're barely scraping by

well this is one time
well this is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please
everyone or anyone at all
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
it's the place that you have come to fear the most

and you can't fake it hard enough to please
everyone or anyone at all
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
it's the place that you have come to fear the most
its' the place that you have come to fear the most



song: 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 equalled 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

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 equalled by the power of my stare
glaring over you and over you
this feeling of despair
is never wearing out

wearing out...
wearing out...
wearing out...
wearing out...
wearing out...