Dashboard Confessional

I'll carry this picture for luck.
Kept in your locket, tucked in your collar, close to your chest.
Make it a secret shown to the closet friends.
Meet me at quarter to 7.
The sun will still shine then at this time of year.
Well head to the inlet and we'll share a bottle there
And color the coast with your smile.
Its the most genuine thing I've ever seen.
I was so lost and now I believe.
And follow me south of the big docks with the big boats,
And teather the boats with rich men revere are so important.