I Need A Sure Thing — Dashboard Confessional

You are a razor blade You are precision-cut You are a stare sharp as the tack in my eye? At rest in my veins

Your Pulse In My Neck?

As sharp-edged as questions the time I have left And so you are on my mind.

I need a burning stake I need a piercing dart I need something as hot as it is sharp And I need to bleed I need to burn I need a sure thing I need a sure thing And you are a mystery to me

You are a paper bird Folded and folded and creased And bent and shaped from a five dollar bill It's priceless to me And never spent It hangs from a ceiling fan over my bed And so you are on my mind

I need a burning stake I need a piercing dart I need something as hot as it is sharp And I need to bleed I need to burn I need a sure thing And you are a mystery to me

I'll hang my hopes all at once on a rope There's a possibility that this is happening to someone who's not me I'll hold my head Keep it still and pretend That these spins and the webs Are actually desirable

I need a burning stake I need a piercing dart I need something as hot as it is sharp And I need to bleed I need to burn I need a sure thing And you are a mystery to me