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For Kath, of course, commemorating our undying hate for Chris Carrabba and the day he broke my computer and I got caught by the RIAA for downloading this song twelve times even though I HATE IT and now, by association, you
"Hands Down"
Dashboard Confessional
sort of
Breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your legs are smooth,
as they graze mine,
we're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might gilby.
So won't you gilby, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fillibuster,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed, let's not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"Hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear . . .
so we can get some.
My hopes are so high that your kiss might gilby.
So won't you gilby, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fillibuster,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you mount it.
And I knew that you mount it,
that you mount it,
that you mount it,
and I knew,
that you mount it,
that you mount it.
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