Dashboard Confessional - Brilliant dance

So this is odd, the painful realization that all has gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So buried all your lovers clothes and burnded 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 side stepping 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 riniging from this empty sound is defeaning and keeping you from this sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinkings just to 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 your 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.