Dashboard Confessional - If You Can't Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed lyrics
[Dashboard Confessional - If You Can't Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed lyrics]
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
Scalpeled, 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
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be
Might as well make it bleed
Scalpeled, 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 fight a riot
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, and no one is
Waiting, and no one is waiting
For you, for you, for you
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be
Might as well make it bleed
Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again, again
Again, again, again, again, again, 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 stand and fight
There's something better wrong with 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
Scalpeled, 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
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be
Might as well make it bleed
Scalpeled, 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 fight a riot
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, and no one is
Waiting, and no one is waiting
For you, for you, for you
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be
Might as well make it bleed
Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again, again
Again, again, again, again, again, 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 stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you