| Song | If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| What you've found sure upsets you | |
| Never saw it coming, did you? | |
| It's easy to be surprised | |
| With both your eyes sewn closed | |
| Handled with great precision | |
| Another thoughtless execution | |
| You're the subject of this exhibition | |
| A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver | |
| Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
| These cuts are leaving creases | |
| Trace the scars, fit the pieces | |
| Tell your story, don't need to say a word | |
| Call off the cavalry | |
| Can't save a wretch like me | |
| Clean this with kerosene | |
| If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
| Scalpel, 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 fire right | |
| There's something better wrong with you | |
| Pulse is anemic, 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 | |
| Call off your quarantine | |
| Can't save the rest from me | |
| Clean this with kerosene | |
| If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
| Scalpel, 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 stand and fight | |
| There's something better wrong with you |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| What you' ve found sure upsets you | |
| Never saw it coming, did you? | |
| It' s easy to be surprised | |
| With both your eyes sewn closed | |
| Handled with great precision | |
| Another thoughtless execution | |
| You' re the subject of this exhibition | |
| A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver | |
| Scalpel, sutured, made whole again | |
| These cuts are leaving creases | |
| Trace the scars, fit the pieces | |
| Tell your story, don' t need to say a word | |
| Call off the cavalry | |
| Can' t save a wretch like me | |
| Clean this with kerosene | |
| If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
| Scalpel, 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 fire right | |
| There' s something better wrong with you | |
| Pulse is anemic, 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 | |
| Call off your quarantine | |
| Can' t save the rest from me | |
| Clean this with kerosene | |
| If you can' t leave it be might as well make it bleed | |
| Scalpel, 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 stand and fight | |
| There' s something better wrong with you |