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 is peeling,
and it's not alone fleeing these walls
Well sooner or later this cold, it's going to 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
so 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 its soaked in is rich
But the fumes aide the pace of my cleaning
and as soon as I'm done I am gone