Lyrics: Dashboard Confessional. If You Can't Let it be, Might as Well let it Bleed.

What you found sure upset you
Never sat it coming did you?
It's easy to be surprised
With both your eyes sewn closed
Handled with great precision
Another faultless execution
You're the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver

Scalpled, stutured, made whole again

These cuts are leaving crease
Trace the scars, fir the pieces
To tell your story, you don't need to say a word

Call off the cavalry
You can't save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed


Scalpled, stutured, made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire
You're bruising too easy, and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you

Call off your quarentine
You can't save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed