Take This To Your Grave

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 (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
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
So bury me in memory around your throat

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
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 your favorite record
the songs you grow to like never stick at first
so i’m writing you a chorus
and here is your verse
no, it’s not the last time
‘cause i’d never say no to you
this conversation’s still dead on arrival
and there’s no way to talk to you
when you’re dead on
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 your favorite record
the songs you grow to like never stick at first
so i’m writing you a chorus
and here is your…
whoo!
this is side one
flip me over
i know i’m not your favorite record
so-o-o-o
this is side one
flip me over
this is side one
flip me over
i know i’m not your favorite record
the songs you grow to like never stick at first
so i’m writing you a chorus
and here is your verse
here is your…

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
When I wake up,
I’m willing to take my chances on
the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you (for you, so…)
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
That’s more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I’ll appreciate in value,
get off my ass and call you…
(but for) the meantime I’ll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
at four in the afternoon.
You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
That’s more than I can say for him.
1-2-3-4!
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
(Won’t find out) He won’t find out
(Won’t find out) He won’t find out
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman. (he won’t find out)
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

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 coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can’t sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can’t sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday

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.”
And I can’t forget your style or your cynicism, somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile’s an open wound without you…and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
These friends are, new friends are golden.

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
When you go I will forget everything about you
I’ve seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you
Turn this up I’ll tune you out
Another night alone in the city
Fake it like you matter, that’s a lie we can both keep

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
cause every pane 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
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
she took me down and said:
“boys like you are overrated. so save your breath.”
loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads
cause every pane 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
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
you want apologies
girl, you might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
the only thing you’ll get
is this curse on your lips:
i hope they taste of me forever
but there’s a light on in chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again

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)…
[Chorus: x2]
WooOoOo, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it’s something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on
[Chorus x2]
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel [x2]
(WooOoOo, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my) [x2] (1..2..3..4..)
[Chorus x2]

My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
living like life’s going out of style.
And 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.
And 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 ruins.
living like life’s going out of style.
And you came to watch us play…like a “Big shot talent,”
but at the end of the day you know those busted lips
we take back home.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, but we love you back.
[x2]
I know you would be there either way.
I’m so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
So I’ll tell everyone how much this means to me.

I sat outside my front window…this story’s going somewhere:
“He’s well hung,” and I am hanging up.
Well there’s a song on the radio that says:
“Let’s get this party started.”
So let’s get this party started.
What you do on your own time’s just fine.
My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded
like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
You said, between your smiles and regrets: “Don’t say it’s over.”
Dead and gone.
The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm set it off. The sun burnt out tonight.
This is me standing in the arch of the door hating
that look that’s on your face that says
there’s another fool like me.
There’s one born every minute.
What you do on your own time’s just fine.
My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen
to product gas and suffocated my last chance.

I could walk this fine line between elation and success,
but we all know which way I’m going to strike the stake between my chest.
So, “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
Whoa, I can’t do it by myself. [x5]
I can’t wake up to these reminders of who I am:
A failure at everything… 18 going on extinct.
I know my place it’s nowhere you should roam.
So now you’re waiting up for him…
Still wasting time, yeah, every time
Yeah
Whoa, I can’t do it by myself. [x8]

I’m holding out and I’m holding on
to every letter and every song.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?
So..
And when it all goes to hell,
will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.
[x2]
Let’s Go!
I’m all ears and I’m all scars
to hear you tell me “Boy’s like you, you try too hard
to look not quite as desperate”. I’m hanging on.
But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
So..
And when it all goes to hell,
will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.
[x3]
And when it all goes to hell, (Take this to your grave)
will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face. (I’ll take it to mine)
And when it all goes to hell [x3]
And when it all goes.