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Dashboard Confessional The Swiss Army Romance

: So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me that

I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling

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

It's 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

So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me that

Save up, until you've had it. Your purse gone, but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature. Breathing off my lung. It's not easy to like

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