If You Can’t Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed Dashboard Confessional
"If You Can’t Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed" by Dashboard Confessional, released in 2006, is a #Rock song exploring themes of heartbreak, emotional turmoil, and the struggle with unresolved feelings. The lyrics convey a sense of vulnerability and the inevitability of pain. Its acoustic-driven sound and raw honesty resonate deeply with listeners, contributing to the band's influence in the emo genre.
What you found sure upset you
Never saw 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
Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again
These cuts are leaving creases
Trace the scars to fit 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
Scalpeled, sutured, 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 wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fight a riot
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, and no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting, and no one is waiting for you, for you, for you
Never saw 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
Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again
These cuts are leaving creases
Trace the scars to fit 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
Scalpeled, sutured, 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 wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fight a riot
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, and no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting, and no one is waiting for you, for you, for you
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