hm.
it's strange how deeply lyrics can make me feel better about nebulous doubts, fears, and just bad feelings. especially when sung in ben gibbard's voice.
this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin,
tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in.
now you're outside me, you see all the beauty,
repent all your sins.
there's nothing but time and the face that you lose,
i chose to feel it but you couldn't choose.
i'll write you a postcard, i'll send you the news,
from the house down the road, from real love.
live through this, and you won't look back.
this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin,
tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in.
now you're outside me, you see all the beauty,
repent all your sins.
there's nothing but time and the face that you lose,
i chose to feel it but you couldn't choose.
i'll write you a postcard, i'll send you the news,
from the house down the road, from real love.
live through this, and you won't look back.