Testo: Dashboard Confessional. Knock 'Em Dead.

This basket arrives
to show your condolence,
You hope that it finds me well
and just in time,
this loss was unbearable
but now I have flowers,
Thoughtful happy bright arrangement
I can fall into...

Just a corpse in his place,
you only have one shot to knock em dead,
A toast to the way he left us
counting our blessings
and holding our heads...

You better speak up
you better say something
we better believe ourselves for once,
'Cause you never said help
you never said anything the way that we
dreamed trained ourselves to fear,
It's only in this silence
I can hear (ethan?) screaming
all alone, all alone...

Just a corpse in his place,
you only have one shot to knock em dead,
A toast to the way he left us
counting our blessings
and holding our heads...

Just a corpse in his place,
you only have one shot to knock em dead,
and I would have thought that
I had more to lose than him,
My skin has gone stark white
and an ash covers my skin,
I should have worn makeup
it seems to have worked for you