And come spit on bridges with me, Just to keep us warm. Light a match to leave me be. Light a match to leave me be. I’ll keep my
Songs of the FALL OUT-BOY
And I’ll always be waiting in the back room I’m boring but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photograpy But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me Don’t
And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And the eyes dialate And the full moon pill’s got me out on the street at night Cut
I’ll crust them over She begged me “don’t hate me” She spun me a story Where winning looks like losing And I’m winning every time So thread spools sweetie,
“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
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”
Are this year’s apologies Every last time I come home I take my last chance To burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in the
It’s just a matter of time until we’re all found out Take our tears and put them on ice I swear I’d burn this city down to show you
Now verses then better off against worse for wear And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew I just want to be a part of
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
And I thought about many movies I’ve seen at your house Excuse me if I’m rude But I’d rather that we just strike from the record ones I’d see
dropping “I’m sorrys” like you’re still around And I know you dressed up said “hey kid you’ll never live this down” And you’re just the girl all the boys
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that’s just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I’m just
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll In case God doesn’t show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you. You need him. I could be him… Could be an accident but I’m still trying. That’s
Barely stuttered out A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue And weighed down with words too overdramatic Tonight it’s “it cant get much worse” Vs. “no one
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
In the mirror he practices all his lines, To his closing arguments, 12 hearts beat in favor, I’m guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads “The
‘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