Dashboard Confessional - If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It

What you found sure upset you, never saw it coming did you
It's easy to be surprised, with both your eyes sewn closed

Handled with great precision, another faultless execution
you're the subject of this exhibition, a willing cadaver, a willing cadaver

Scalped, sutured, made whole again

These cuts are leaving creases, trace the scars, to fit the pieces
to tell your story, you don't need to say a word

So call off the cavalry, you can't save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene, if you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed

Scalped, sutured, made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right, you look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight, there's something better wrong with you Your wires are frayed, can't fire right, you look better when out of sight
You were not made to fire right, there's something better wrong with you

Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire, you're bruising too easily, and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting for you

And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting
And no one is waiting for you, for you, for you

So call off the quarantine, you can't save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene, if you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed

Scalped, sutured, made whole again.

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right, you look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight, there's something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right, you look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight, there's something better wrong with you