Take This to Your Grave lyrics

"Dead On Arrival"

i hope this is the last time
'cause i'd never say no to you
this conversation's been dead on arrival
and there's no way to talk to you
this conversation's been dead on arrival

a rivalry goes so deep between me
and this loss of sleep over you

this is side one
flip me over
i know i'm not you're favorite record

sat outside my front window
this story's going somewhere
"he's well hung" and i am hanging up
well theres a song on the radio that says
"let's get this party started, let's get this party started"
what you do on you own time's just fine
my imagination's much worse than i ever wanted to know
and what meant the world implodeded...

my heart is on my sleeve
wear it like a bruise or blackeye
my badge, my witness
that means that i believed
every single lie you said (and learned from the best)

cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates
the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you

but there's a light on in chicago

where is your boy tonite? i hope he is a gentleman.

and maybe he wont find out what i know: you were the last good thing about this

part of town.

when i wake up, im willing to take my chances on the hope you hate him

more than you notice i wrote this for you.

you need him. i should be him... i could be an accident but im still trying.

thats more than i can say for him.

I could walk this fine line between elation and success,

but we all know which way I'm going to go strike the stake between my chest.
Well "You have to prove yourself". You'll have to prove it to me.

So now you're waiting up for him... you're wasting time every time

I can't do it by myself.

I can't wake up to these reminders of who I am:

These are your good years
don't take my advice
you never wanted the nice boys anyway
and I'm of good cheer
cause I've been checking my list
the gifts you're receiving from me
will be

one awkward silence
and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
and all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
before you bury yourself alive

Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me

And one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations

To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:

“I could have died with you”
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- I confess

Now ask yourself, yeah, out on the insides, I said I loved you but I lied

I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.

I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.

Are you through with me?

When it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.

I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me

"Boy's like you try too hard to look not quite as desperate".

Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between is something sensual in such non-conventional ways.

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.

Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.

Tonight is all about "We miss you."

Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we (talked)...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice

I am such a sucker

And I'm always the last to know

My insides are copper

And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city

So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets

Every friend we ever had in common

I will sever the tie with you

You can thank your lucky stars

That everything i wish for will never come true

I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own

I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm closing on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour

When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep

My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.

Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated, but we love you back.

They'll say it's not worth it.
So we'll leave this town in ruin.