Song lyrics If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed by Dashboard Confessional

What youīve found sure upsets you
Never saw it coming did you?
Its easy to be suprised with both your eyes sewn closed
Handled with great percision, another thoughtless execution
Youīre the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver.
Scalpel, sutured.
Made whole again.

These cuts are leaving creases
Trace the scars, fit the peices
Tell your story, you donīt need to say a word.
Call off the calvary, canīt save a wretch like me.
Clean this with kerosene.
If you canīt leave it be might as well make it bleed.
Scalpel, sutured.
Made whole again.

Your wires are frayed, canīt fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
Thereīs something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, canīt fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fire right
Thereīs something better wrong with you

Your pulse is anemic, youīre tired of the fire
Youīre bruising too easy and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you.
And no one is waiting for you.
And no one is waiting for you.

Call off your quarantine, canīt save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene.
If you canīt leave it be might as well make it bleed.
Scapel, Sutured.
Made whole again.

Your wires are frayed, canīt fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
Thereīs something better wrong with you
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