| Dashboard Confessional Ender Will Save Us All It's just like you contest you wear it like a label on your breast Don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with you 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? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you, from you, 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, always be wrong. Be wrong, try not to be, try not to be Try not to be wrong |