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i’ve got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth (summer song) - fall out boy
joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of “best friends”
we’re the kids who feel like dead ends
and i want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
i took a shot and didn’t even come close
at trust and love and hope
and the poets are just kids who didn’t make it
and never had it at all
and the record won’t stop skipping
and the lies just won’t stop slipping
and besides my reputation’s on the line
we can fake it for the airwaves
force our smiles, baby, half dead
from comparing myself to everyone else around me
please put the doctor on the phone ‘cause i’m not making any sense
blame everyone but me for this mess
and my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
we never seemed so far
i’m hopelessly hopeful, you’re just hopeless enough
but we never had it at all
i am so fucking annoyed grow the fuck up and act like you shitting care sitting there being all fucking up yourself and ignorant well fuck you im not upset im fucking angry can you tell?
hate this, hate it so much. what is eating away at me? i dont even know anymore. but this isnt stopping, its like my minds going into overdrive and all i need is- i dont know what i need. what is wrong with me? why am i worrying? why do i do this all the time, why cant i stop being so pathetic about it all