The Brilliant Dance - Dashboard Confessional

So this is odd,

the painful realization that all has gone wrong.

And nobody cares at all,

and nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover's clothes

and burned the letters lover wrote,

but it doesn't make it any better.

Does it make it any better?

And the plaster dented from your fist

in the hall where you had your first kiss

reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange,

our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance

where nobody leads at all,

where nobody leads at all.

And the picture frames are facing down

and the ringing from this empty sound

is deafening and keeping you from sleep.

And breathing is a foreign task

and thinking's just too much to ask

and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.

This is incredible.

Starving, insatiable,

yes, this is love for the first time.

Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.

Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?

Well this is the last time.

This is the last time.

This is the last time.