back again. it's only been a week! well, i have lots of papers to write, since my semester ends tomorrow. so, you know. anything but actually working on what i'm supposed to, right?
you know, i'm probably going to catch a lot of hell for this post, and i'm not really upset about it. i've always stuck to my guns, and let's be honest here, what i'm about to say will probably never be said by anyone.
i love fallout boy.
okay, let's be more specific here. i love from under the cork tree fallout boy. i love "my songs know what you did in the dark" fallout boy. i love whatever they're doing now (save rock and roll). i don't love fallout boy that came out right before the (not so real) end and patrick stump went out on his on and it was (horrible) awesome. i don't love infinity on high fallout boy (except for 'this ain't a scene it's an arms race'). i don't love folie a deux because really, who does? but i love them all over again after i heard that my songs know what you did in the dark song.
but anyways, i thought i'd make a list of my favorite fallout boy songs, cause these bangs didn't side sweep themselves.
fuck yeah, nostalgia.
-- xoxo ffh
grand theft autumn/where is your boy now?
(you need him, i could be him. i could be an accident but i'm still trying and that's more than i can say for him)
tell that mick he just made my list of things to do today
of all the gin joints in the world
(turn off the lights and turn off the shyness cause all of our moves make up for the silence. and oh the way your makeup stains my pillowcase like i'll never be the same)
dance dance
sugar we're going down
(don't mind me i'm watching you two from the closet wishing to be the friction in your jeans)
sophmore slump or comeback of the year
(are we growing up, or just going down? it's just a matter of time until we're all found out. take our tears and put them on ice cause i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the lights)
champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends
(strike us like matches cause everyone deserves the flames. we only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame. at least everyone is trying, everyone is shining. everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame, such a shame)
a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me
(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 moans just right)
get busy living or get busy dying (do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows
(i know this hurts, it was meant to. your secret's out and the best part it isn't even a good one. and it's mind over (you don't) don't matter)
nobody puts baby in the corner
(keep quite, nothing comes as easy as you. can i lay in your bed all day? i'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake. the hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday)
our lawyers made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued
i slept with someone in fallout boy and all i got was this stupid song written about me
(i found the cure to growing older and you're the only place that feels like home. just so you know, you'll never know and some secrets weren't meant to be told. i found the cure to growing older. i'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends and i am sorry my conscience called in sick again. and i've got arrogance down to a science, oh and i'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends. douse yourself in cheap perfume it's so fitting, so fitting of the way you are. you can't cover it up, can't cover it up. find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lip. i'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped back to your family because i know you will be missed; so you can safe place, brace yourself. they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone but for what we've become, we just feel more alone. always weigh what i've lost against what i left. progress report: i'm missing you to death)
golden
the (after) life of the part
this ain't a scene, it's an arms race
(i wrote the gospel on giving up (you look pretty sinking). but the real bombshells have already sunk (prima donnas of the gutter). at night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. craching not like heaps of cars. no more like p-p-p-parties)
hum hallelujah
