Take This To Your Grave


  • Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today

    Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me
    And one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations
    To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar):
    “I could have died with you”
    I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- I confess
    Now ask yourself, yeah, out on the insides, I said I loved you but I lied
    Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
    I wouldn’t piss to put you out
    Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
    So I can forget about you
    So bury me in memory
    His smile’s your rope
    So wrap it tight around your throat
    On the drive home
    Joke about the kid you used to see
    And his jealousy
    Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
    As when you wrap your car around a tree
    Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth
    Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
    I wouldn’t piss to put you out
    Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
    So I can forget about you
    So bury me in memory
    His smile’s your rope
    So wrap it tight around your throat
    So bury me in memory around your throat

3:30
  • Dead On Arrival

    i hope this is the last time
    ‘cause i’d never say no to you
    this conversation’s been dead on arrival
    and there’s no way to talk to you
    this conversation’s been dead on
    a rivalry goes so deep between me
    and this loss of sleep over you
    this is side one
    flip me over
    i know i’m not your favorite record
    the songs you grow to like never stick at first
    so i’m writing you a chorus
    and here is your verse
    no, it’s not the last time
    ‘cause i’d never say no to you
    this conversation’s still dead on arrival
    and there’s no way to talk to you
    when you’re dead on
    a rivalry goes so deep between me
    and this loss of sleep over you
    this is side one
    flip me over
    i know i’m not your favorite record
    the songs you grow to like never stick at first
    so i’m writing you a chorus
    and here is your…
    whoo!
    this is side one
    flip me over
    i know i’m not your favorite record
    so-o-o-o
    this is side one
    flip me over
    this is side one
    flip me over
    i know i’m not your favorite record
    the songs you grow to like never stick at first
    so i’m writing you a chorus
    and here is your verse
    here is your…

3:14
  • Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

    Where is your boy tonight?
    I hope he is a gentleman.
    Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
    you were the last good thing about this part of town.
    When I wake up,
    I’m willing to take my chances on
    the hope I forget
    that you hate him more than you notice
    I wrote this for you (for you, so…)
    You need him
    I could be him
    I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
    That’s more than I can say for him.
    Where is your boy tonight?
    I hope he is a gentleman.
    Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
    you were the last good thing about this part of town.
    Someday I’ll appreciate in value,
    get off my ass and call you…
    (but for) the meantime I’ll sport my
    brand new fashion of waking up with pants on
    at four in the afternoon.
    You need him
    I could be him
    I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
    That’s more than I can say for him.
    1-2-3-4!
    Where is your boy tonight?
    I hope he is a gentleman.
    Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
    you were the last good thing about this part of town.
    (Won’t find out) He won’t find out
    (Won’t find out) He won’t find out
    Where is your boy tonight?
    I hope he is a gentleman.
    Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
    you were the last good thing about this part of town.
    Where is your boy tonight?
    I hope he is a gentleman. (he won’t find out)
    Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
    you were the last good thing about this part of town.

3:11
  • Saturday

    I’m good to go
    And I’m going nowhere fast
    It could be worse
    It could be taking you there with me
    I’m good to go
    But it looks like I’m still on my own
    I’m good to go
    For something golden
    Though the motions I’ve been going through have failed
    And I’m coasting on potential towards a wall
    At a 100 miles an hour
    When I say
    Two more weeks
    My foot is in the door (yeah)
    I can’t sleep
    In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria
    with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
    And I read about the afterlife
    But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
    When I say
    Two more weeks
    My foot is in the door (yeah)
    I can’t sleep
    In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    And I read about the afterlife
    But I never really lived
    And I read about the afterlife
    But I never really lived
    Two more weeks
    My foot is in the door
    Me and Pete
    In the wake of Saturday
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    Saturday
    When these open doors were open-ended
    Saturday
    Saturday

3:36
  • Homesick At Space Camp

    Landing on a runway in Chicago and I’m grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California, because I know what’s in between is something sensual in
    such non-conventional ways.
    Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can’t say.
    Tonight I’m writing you a million miles away.
    Tonight is all about “We miss you.”
    And I can’t forget your style or your cynicism, somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
    My smile’s an open wound without you…and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
    These friends are, new friends are golden.

3:08
  • Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)

    I am such a sucker
    And I’m always the last to know
    My insides are copper
    And I’d kill to make them gold
    Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
    So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets
    Every friend we ever had in common
    I will sever the tie with you
    You can thank your lucky stars that everything I wish for will never come true
    When you go I will forget everything about you
    I’ve seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you
    Turn this up I’ll tune you out
    Another night alone in the city
    Fake it like you matter, that’s a lie we can both keep

2:56
  • Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

    my heart is on my sleeve
    wear it like a bruise or blackeye
    my badge, my witness
    that means that i believed
    every single lie you said
    cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
    and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
    but there’s a light on in chicago
    and i know i should be home
    all the colors of the street signs..
    they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
    she took me down and said:
    “boys like you are overrated. so save your breath.”
    loaded words and loaded friends
    are loaded guns to our heads
    cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
    and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
    but there’s a light on in chicago
    and i know i should be home
    all the colors of the street signs..
    they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house
    you want apologies
    girl, you might hold your breath
    until your breathing stops forever, forever
    the only thing you’ll get
    is this curse on your lips:
    i hope they taste of me forever
    but there’s a light on in chicago
    and i know i should be home
    all the colors of the street signs..
    they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s
    with every breath i wish your body will be broken again
    with every breath i wish your body would be broken again
    with every breath i wish your body will be broken again
    with every breath i wish your body would be broken again

3:19
  • The Pros And Cons Of Breathing

    Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
    Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
    And if I could move I’m sure it would only be to crawl back to you
    I must have dragged my guts a block… they were gone by the time we (talked)…
    [Chorus: x2]
    WooOoOo, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
    But you know that I could crush you with my voice
    Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
    Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing
    I hate the way you say my name like it’s something secret
    My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on
    [Chorus x2]
    Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
    Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing
    I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel [x2]
    (WooOoOo, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my) [x2] (1..2..3..4..)
    [Chorus x2]

3:21
  • Grenade Jumper

    My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
    living like life’s going out of style.
    And you came to watch us play…like a “Big shot talent,”
    but at the end of the day you know where we come from
    and where we call home.
    Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
    And I know this is belated, but we love you back.
    They’ll say it’s not worth it.
    So we’ll leave this town in ruins.
    living like life’s going out of style.
    And you came to watch us play…like a “Big shot talent,”
    but at the end of the day you know those busted lips
    we take back home.
    Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
    And I know this is belated, but we love you back.
    [x2]
    I know you would be there either way.
    I’m so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
    So I’ll tell everyone how much this means to me.

2:58
  • Calm Before The Storm

    I sat outside my front window…this story’s going somewhere:
    “He’s well hung,” and I am hanging up.
    Well there’s a song on the radio that says:
    “Let’s get this party started.”
    So let’s get this party started.
    What you do on your own time’s just fine.
    My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
    And what meant the world had folded
    like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
    what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
    You said, between your smiles and regrets: “Don’t say it’s over.”
    Dead and gone.
    The calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight.
    A reception less than warm set it off. The sun burnt out tonight.
    This is me standing in the arch of the door hating
    that look that’s on your face that says
    there’s another fool like me.
    There’s one born every minute.
    What you do on your own time’s just fine.
    My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
    What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted all my oxygen
    to product gas and suffocated my last chance.

4:27
  • Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over

    I could walk this fine line between elation and success,
    but we all know which way I’m going to strike the stake between my chest.
    So, “You have to prove yourself”.
    You’ll have to prove it to me.
    So now you’re waiting up for him…
    You’re wasting time every time
    Whoa, I can’t do it by myself. [x5]
    I can’t wake up to these reminders of who I am:
    A failure at everything… 18 going on extinct.
    I know my place it’s nowhere you should roam.
    So now you’re waiting up for him…
    Still wasting time, yeah, every time
    Yeah
    Whoa, I can’t do it by myself. [x8]

2:21
  • The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes

    I’m holding out and I’m holding on
    to every letter and every song.
    I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
    Are you through with me?
    So..
    And when it all goes to hell,
    will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.
    [x2]
    Let’s Go!
    I’m all ears and I’m all scars
    to hear you tell me “Boy’s like you, you try too hard
    to look not quite as desperate”. I’m hanging on.
    But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
    So..
    And when it all goes to hell,
    will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.
    [x3]
    And when it all goes to hell, (Take this to your grave)
    will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face. (I’ll take it to mine)
    And when it all goes to hell [x3]
    And when it all goes.

3:19

Music Videos

Dead on Arrival

Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy

Saturday


Singles

Dead on Arrival
Released on April 4, 2003
Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy
Released on August 4, 2003
Saturday
Released on December 21, 2003