From Under The Cork Tree lyrics

Drink down that Gin and Kerosene,
And come spit on bridges with me,
Just to keep us warm.
Light a match to leave me be.
Light a match to leave me be.

I'll keep my jealousy close,
'Cause it's all mine.
And if you say this makes you happy,
Then I'm not the only one lying.

[Chorus: x2]
Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day?

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that’s just who I am this week
Lie in the back and into the mausoleum
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop her heart and break your name

I confess, I'm just messed up
dropping "I'm sorrys” like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
said “hey kid you'll never live this down”

And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

I found the cure to growing older
And you're the only place that feels like home
Just so you know, you'll never know
And some secrets weren't meant to be told
I found the cure to growing older

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
And I've got arrogance down to a science

Douse yourself in cheap perfume it's

You are a getaway car- a rush of blood to the head
But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed
You steer away in a rear view mirror- you make my head swim
I keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been

With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's said and down they're all scrambling
And we're friends, yeah we're friends
Just because we move units

Are we growing up or just going down
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out
Take our tears and put them on ice
I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light

We're the therapists pumping through your speakers
Delivering just what you need
We're well read and poised
We're the best boys
We're the chemists who've found the formula
To make your heart swell and burst

I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds

I’m sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
Who never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping

She says she's no good with words but I’m worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic or stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel this way"
I’m two quarters and a heart down
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them

You only hold me up like this
Cause you don't know who I really am
Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you
We're making out inside crashed cars
We're sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste my time dreaming of you)

Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
All of our moves make up for the silence

Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice ('cause we are bad news)
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose

It's just past day and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trends

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
We never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town

I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter

I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching heads I got my kisses slipped.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true - romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend,

Spent most of last night,
Dragging this lake,
For the corpses of all my past mistakes.
Sell me out, the joke's on you.
We are salt and you are the wound.

Empty another bottle,
And let me tear you to pieces.
This is me wishing you into the worst situations.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go,
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse.
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."

I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.
But we never stood a chance,
And I'm not sure if it matters.
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moo-oons-oo-oo-oons.
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town.
No-o-o.

Your secret's out.
I know this hurts, it was meant to. (It was meant to.)

I found the cure to growing older,
And you're the only place that feels like home.
Just so you know, you'll never know.
And some secrets weren't meant to be told,
But I found the cure to growing older.

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends.
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again.
And I've got arrogance down to a science.

Well, joke me something awful, just like kisses on the necks of best friends.
We're the kids who feel like dead ends.
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses.
I took a shot and didn't even come close.
At trust and love and hope.
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it,
And never had it at all.

And the record won't stop skipping.
And the lies just won't stop slipping.

Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice 'cause we are bad news
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past 8: