Sep 21, 2006 18:48
Remember to Breathe-Dashboard Confessional
She fixes her lips, they
always looks perfect...
Never a smudge line,
Never too much.
I try on my blue shirt...
She told me she liked it, once.
She wonders what I'll wear,
She knows just what she'll wear,
She always wears blue.
So sneakers or flipflops?
I'm starting to panic...wait, wait...
Remember she asked you,
"Remember to breathe,
And everything will be okay."
Okay,
alright, alright, alright...
okay.
The moon is down,
and Heaven is waiting
for callers and entries
as we're calling out.
This is ours;
it is ours, it is ours, it is ours.
So, tonight we drink,
tonight we dance,
naked and tangled and twisted,
in love.
And tonight,
we are the last ones who can feel it.
Heaven Is here,
Heaven Is here.
And tonight we are the only ones who feel it.
I read more maps than books,
and I write more postcards than hooks.
How I long for the Atlantic,
though I'm paid to make girls panic,
while I sing Jesse's songs.
So my friend, Susan,
she says to me, "Chris,"
"I've gotta tell you something,
about my situation," she said,
"I cant get laid in this town,
without these pointy fuckin shoes.
My legs are so black and blue,
and so are you...and soo aare youu..."
Okay,
alright...