Dashboard Confessional Follow

What you've found sure upsets you

Never saw it coming did you?

Its easy to be surprised with both your eyes sewn closed

Handled with great precision, another 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, fit the pieces

Tell your story, you don't need to say a word.

Call off the cavalry, can't save a wretch like me.

Clean this with kerosene.

If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed.

Scalpel, 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

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right

You look better when out of sight

You were not made to fire right

There's something better wrong with you

Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire

You're bruising too easy and falling behind

And no one is waiting for you.

And no one is waiting for you.

And no one is waiting for you.

Call off your quarantine, can't save the rest from me

Clean this with kerosene.

If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed.

Scalpel, 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

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