Songtexte:
Dashboard Confessional A Mark A Mission A Brand A Scar

must be mistaken, cause i'm not fooling...this feeling is real" she said...she said "you gotta be crazy, What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark

: Pacific Sun, you should have warned us, it gets so cold here. And the night can freeze, before you set it on fire. And our flares go unnoticed. Dimminished

it But, they weren?t meant for this Chasin? the ghost of a good thing Haunting yourself as the real thing It?s getting away, away, away, away from you again Chasin? the ghost of a

thoughtless execution You're the subject of this exhibition A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver. Scalpel, sutured. Made whole again. These cuts are leaving creases Trace the scars

: I?ve been bleeding well From this old wound Cleaning it with salt, So it will still feel new Sometimes eyes turn black, And sometimes scars are tracks

looking for (is there any news) worth loving for (is there any word) worth lying for (is there trauma) is there anything (or a struggle) worth waiting for (am i missing

Carry this picture for luck kept in a locket tucked in your coller close to your chest make it a secret shown to the closest friends and meet me at quarter

Hey girl, you?ve got a smart way About you that makes me wish that I was smart enough for you Hey girl, you?ve got a fine laugh And I think that I

Morning calls for pain relief A line above the step beneath The worst that you could do And the best that you could hope for Is hardly the best