11.A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'
I confess, I'm just messed up
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 want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, 'Why don't you just drop dead？'
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for？
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late
Write me off, give up on me
cause darling what did you expect
I'm just off a lost cause
a long shot, don't even take this bet
You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights
Get all the sighs and the moans just right
I'm just always on
You said you'd keep me honest
(you're always on)
But I won't call you on it
12.Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying(Do Your Part To Save The Scene
And Stop Going To S)
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
We never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
I never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
13.XO
I comb the crowd and pick you out
My mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out
It starts eyes closed to fingers crossed
To I swear, I say
To hands between legs, to whatever it takes
To drinks at the club to the bar
To the keys to your car
To hotel stares／stairs to the emergency exit door
To the love, I left my conscience pressed
Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer
What did it ever do for me I say
It never calls me when I'm down
Love never wanted me
But I took it anyway
Put your ear to the speaker
And choose awe or sympathy
But never both
Last time I hoped you choked
And crashed your car
Hey tear catcher, that's all that you are
And ever were
From the start
I swear, I say
To the love I left my conscience pressed
Through the keyhole I watched you dress
Kiss and tell
(Loose lips sink ships)
14.Snitches ＆ Talkers Get Stiches ＆ Walker
Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid.
I, I, I will break his jaw.
I won't, I won't, I won't let him get his hopes up.
No-oh-oh.
And I will save him from himself.
Here's a picture with a note,
'No, don't turn out like me.'
It's only for your own good.
No-oh-oh.
And haven't you heard,
The word on the street is,
'I lost it, called it quits.'
Get it into the sun,
Out from behind the gossip.
Oh, oh, oh.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind.
Keep, k-keep talking.
Keep this alive.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow.
Hey, hey (x3)
Even when there's,
N-n-n-nothing worth living for.
It's still, it's still, still worth lying for.
N-no one has to know-ow-ow.
And haven't you heard,
The word on the street is,
'I lost it, called it quits.'
Get it into the sun,
Out from behind the gossip.
Oh, oh, oh.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind.
Keep, k-keep talking.
Keep this alive.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind.
Keep, k-keep talking.
Keep this alive.
This story's getting old.
A homewrecker with a heart of gold.
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow.
N-n-now-ow-ow (x3)
Stop!
15.The Music Or The Misery
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head I got my kisses slipped.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them
back.
It's true - romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the
head.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way.
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery？
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery？
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
I'm casually-obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent yet, (I am total wreck.)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best.
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way.
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
It was never about the songs, it was competition,
Make the biggest scene, (Make the biggest scene.)
Make the biggest...
Which came first, the music or the misery？
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery？ (Which came first？)
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
(Go!)
I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark.
Which came first, the music or the misery？
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery？
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery？ (Which came first？)
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.
16.My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon
Spent most of last night,
Dragging this lake,
For the corpses of all my past mistakes.
Sell me out, the joke's on you.
We are salt and you are the wound.
Empty another bottle,
And let me tear you to pieces.
This is me wishing you into the worst situations.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go,
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your
throat.
Whoa. Whoa. Oooh. Whoa. Whoa.
Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears,
Rather ones that just don't care.
'Cause I know,
That you're in between arms somewhere.
Next to heartbeats where you shouldn't be asleep.
Now I'll teach you a lesson for keeping secrets from me.
Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh once in a while.
Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh once in a while.
And did you hear the news？
I could dissect you and gut you on this stage.
Not as eloquent as I may have imagined,
But it will get the job done.
You're done.
Every line is plotted and designed,
To leave you standing on your bedroom windows ledge.
And everyone else that it hits,
That it gets to,
Is nothing more than collateral damage.
Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh once in a while.
Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh once in a while.
17.Sugar, We're Going Down
Am I more than you bargained for yet
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 a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
18.Dance, Dance
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
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 should ever feel like..'
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by
We will own your thoughts
We'll own the songs stuck in your head
We'll leave you kicking and screaming so you can thank us in the
end
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me
(I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with
me, crawling into bed with me)
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
I need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd look
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (with love)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with
me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
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