Turpentine Chaser - Dashboard Confessional

This paint has been tasting of lead

And their chips will fall as they may

But it’s not just my finish that’s peeling

And it’s not alone fleeing these walls

Well, sooner or later this cold, it’s gonna break

So our hands will be warm again

But all I want is not to need you now

And sooner or later this code, it’s gonna break

And our words will be heard again

But all I want are vows of silence now

This turpentine chaser’s got kick

And the rag that it’s soaked in is rich

The fumes aid the pace of my cleaning

And as soon as I’m done, I am gone

And the frightening facts we’ve been facing our backs to for so long now

Are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies and indifference

Now we’re saying aloud the things we’ve declared in our silence

That new coats of paint will not reacquaint broken hearts to broken homes