Dashboard Confessional

A Plain Morning – Dashboard Confessional

It’s yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I’m missing home
And I’m glad you’re not
Apart of this
There’s parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can’t tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It’s colder than
It ought to be in March
And that’s a day or two
Ahead of me
I’ll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn’t make it easier
It doesn’t make it easier
To be away

I’d like to hop a plane
I’d see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I’m coming home again

But its far away you’re waiting
It feels more like July
There’s pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
She wrote the words
“I Love You”
She sprayed it with perfume
It’s better than the fire is
To heat the stony room
It’s far away you’re waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It’s yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I’m missing home
And I’m glad you’re not
Apart of this
There’s parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can’t tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It’s colder than
It ought to be in March
And that’s a day or two
Ahead of me
I’ll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn’t make it easier
It doesn’t make it easier
To be away

By admin on October 28, 2013 | A Song Lyrics | 1,404 comments
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Saints And Sailors – Dashboard Confessional

This is where I say
I’ve had enough
And no one should ever feel
The way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
A trophy display of bruises
And I don’t believe
That I’m getting any better.

Waiting here with
Hopes the phone will ring
And I’m thinking awful things
And I’m pretty sure
That few would notice.
And this apartment
Is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the Silence.

Wandering the house
Like I’ve never wanted out
And this is about
As social as I get now.
And I’m throwing away
The letters that I am writing you
’cause they would never do,
I would never do.

So don’t be a liar,
Don’t say that
“Everything’s working”
When everything’s broken.
And you smile like a saint
But you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the joke’s on Me.

By admin on October 7, 2013 | S Song Lyrics | 64 comments
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