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Dashboard Confessional

This ruined puzzle is beige
With the pieces all face down
So the placing goes slowly
The picture's of anything other than it's meant to be

But the hours, they creep
Patterns repeat
Don't be concerned
You know I'll be fine on my own
I never said, "Don't go."

I've written a note
It's pressed between pages
That you've marked to find your way back
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

But what if the pages stay pressed
The chapters unfinished
The story too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin
I'm buried alive
I'll die in here just to be safe
I'll die in here just to be safe

'Cause you're gone
I get nothing
And you're off with
Barely a sigh
I never said, "Goodbye."

So I've written a note
It's pressed between pages
That you've marked to find your way back
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

I've written a note
It's pressed between pages
That you'll read if you're so inclined
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"

But the hours, they creep
Patterns repeat
Don't be concerned
You know I'll be fine on my own
I never said, "Don't go."

Don't go

Does he ever get the girl?

Written by CARRABBA, CHRISTOPHER ANDREW
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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