It's a strange way of saying / That I know I'm supposed to love you / I'm supposed to love you
Oh, man, you guys. I knew today would be bad, and I was right. The only thing that got me through the day was stealthily listening to Fall Out Boy during class while staring vacantly towards the front of the room.
Now, we all know that I am enamoured of Pete Wentz for various reasons both shallow and not. Today, however, I just need to point out that, as a poet, I am extremely jealous of him because he wrote these lyrics:
Fall Out Boy - G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty)
I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves
Lips pressed this close to mine,
True Blue
But the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying,
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down
Whenever I'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
The song itself is really incredible, and I've loved it since the first time I heard it, but the lyrics, you guys, the lyrics. I've been listening to it on repeat.
ETA: Also, I am insanely jealous of this:
If you are the shores
I am the waves
Begging for big moons
-- Fall Out Boy - Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)
Now, we all know that I am enamoured of Pete Wentz for various reasons both shallow and not. Today, however, I just need to point out that, as a poet, I am extremely jealous of him because he wrote these lyrics:
Fall Out Boy - G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty)
I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves
Lips pressed this close to mine,
True Blue
But the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying,
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down
Whenever I'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
The song itself is really incredible, and I've loved it since the first time I heard it, but the lyrics, you guys, the lyrics. I've been listening to it on repeat.
ETA: Also, I am insanely jealous of this:
If you are the shores
I am the waves
Begging for big moons
-- Fall Out Boy - Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)