Woorden: Dashboard Confessional. The Swiss Army Romance. Ender Will Save Us All.

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It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies with your charm and in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise.
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need? Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need? Is it within me?
Its hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.
It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped in to you.
There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.
The harder I push the further I fall.
Well you don't mind me being headstrong.
But you don't want to sing along.
Maybe it's trite but I can always be wrong.
Try not to be wrong