Dashboard Confessional

It's just like you to contest
you wear it like a label on your breast
don't you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies
in your charm and in your pride
a hopeful look draped in despise
I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need
What is it you need? Is it within me?
It's hard to explain how I am
getting by on so little from you
It's hard to believe that I would
let myself get so wrapped into you
There's got to be something
that would be worthwhile for me to give to you
We need a connection but you
seem to push me far away from you
The harder I push the further I fall
Well you don't mind me being headstrong
But you don't want to sing along
Maybe it's trite but I can always,
always,always,always,always be wrong
It's just like you to contest
you wear it like a label on your breast
don't you see what this takes of me?