Letras:
Dashboard Confessional Mtv Unplugged

On the way home This car hears my confession I think, tonight I'll take the long way In this weather The wind outside is biting It's left me feeling tired

Consider the odds, consider the obvious The martyr is meaningless The campaign has died in the planning stages And the fallen faces are the singular proofs

This paint has been tasting of lead And the chips will fall as they may But it's not just my finish that is peeling And it is not alone fleeing these

I'm always assuming the worst But you're going on nonetheless And there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall Letters from further away keep pulling

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself And covered with a perfect shell Such a charming beautiful exterior Laced with brilliant smiles and shining

: Sleep with all the lights on. You're not so happy. You're not secure. You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you're plastic just like everyone

: On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling

: I'm always assuming the worst, but you're going on none the less and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep

: Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and covered with a perfect shell, such a charming beautiful exterior. This is one time that you can't