Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Capo 6th fret Rhythm: fast, repetition
S[G]o quiet, another wasted [Em]night. The television [D]steals the
conversation.
[G]Exhale, another wasted [Em]breath, again it goes u[D]nnoticed.
[G]Please tell me y[D]ou're just feeling [Em]tired, 'cause if it's
[Em]more than that I feel that I might [C]break.
[G]Out of [D]touch, out of [Em]time
[C]
[G]Please send me a[D]nything with signals that are [Em]mixed, 'cause
[C]I can read your rolling e[G]yes. Out of t[D]ouch, are we out of
[Em]time' [C]
Closed lips, another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion.
Your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty.
Please tell me you're just feeing tired, 'cause if it's more than that I feel
that I might break. Out of touch, out of time
Please send me anything with signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't stand your
rolling eyes. Out of touch, are we out of time'
[Em]I'll wait until [G]tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel [Em]better then,
maybe we'll be [D]better then. [Em]So what's another d[G]ay when I
can't bear these [Em]nights and thoughts of going on with[D]out
you. [Em]This mood of yours is t[G]emporary and it seems [Em]worth the
wait to see you smile a[D]gain. O[Em]ut of the c[G]orner of your eye
won't be the o[Em]nly way you're looking at me [D]then.
So quiet, another wasted night. The television steals the conversation.
Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.
S[G]o quiet, another wasted [Em]night. The television [D]steals the
conversation.
[G]Exhale, another wasted [Em]breath, again it goes u[D]nnoticed.
[G]Please tell me y[D]ou're just feeling [Em]tired, 'cause if it's
[Em]more than that I feel that I might [C]break.
[G]Out of [D]touch, out of [Em]time
[C]
[G]Please send me a[D]nything with signals that are [Em]mixed, 'cause
[C]I can read your rolling e[G]yes. Out of t[D]ouch, are we out of
[Em]time' [C]
Closed lips, another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion.
Your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty.
Please tell me you're just feeing tired, 'cause if it's more than that I feel
that I might break. Out of touch, out of time
Please send me anything with signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't stand your
rolling eyes. Out of touch, are we out of time'
[Em]I'll wait until [G]tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel [Em]better then,
maybe we'll be [D]better then. [Em]So what's another d[G]ay when I
can't bear these [Em]nights and thoughts of going on with[D]out
you. [Em]This mood of yours is t[G]emporary and it seems [Em]worth the
wait to see you smile a[D]gain. O[Em]ut of the c[G]orner of your eye
won't be the o[Em]nly way you're looking at me [D]then.
So quiet, another wasted night. The television steals the conversation.
Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.
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