Turpentine Chaser — Dashboard Confessional

This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it's not alone fleeing these walls

Well sooner or later this cold, it's going to break, so our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now And sooner or later this code, it's gonna break so our words will be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now

This turpentine chaser's got kick and the rag that its soaked in is rich But the fumes aide the pace of my cleaning and as soon as I'm done I am gone

Well sooner or later this cold, it's going to break, so our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now And sooner or later this code, its gonna break so our words will be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now

And the frightening facts that we've been facing our backs to for so long now are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies and indifference Now we're saying aloud, the things we've declared in our silence That new coats of paint will not reacquaint broken hearts to broken homes, broken homes