how i love my dashboard confessional on a night i'm drinking alone.

[oneyellowbanana]

so this is...a...

painful realization that all has gone wrong and nobody cares at all.

and nobody cares at all.

so you bury all your lover's clothes and burn the letters lover wrote but it doesn't make it any better, does it make it any better?

and the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will...fade.

so this is strange: our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all.

where nobody leads at all.

and the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.

and breathing is a foreign task. and thinking's just too much to ask. and you're measuring by your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.

well, this is incredible, starving, insatiable. yes. this is love for the first time. well you'd like to think that you were invincible, yeah well weren't we all once?

before we felt loss for the first time. this is the last time. this is the last time.

this is the last time.