i sing, i write. therefore, i am.
Monday, October 11, 2010 @ about 12:08 PM

dashboard confessional: belle of the boulevard

Down in a local bar, out on the boulevard,
The sound of an old guitar is saving you from sinking
In all your silver rings, in all your silken things
That song you softly sing is keeping you from breaking
It's a long way down,
it's a long way...
Back here you never lost, you shake the shivers off
You take a drink to get your courage up
Can you believe it?
Just this once, just for now,
and just like that,
it's over.
When you fall apart,
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes