Yeah, what you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down till everybody came around.
I'm not a crybaby. I'm the crybaby. A caterpillar that got stuck. Mr. Moth come quick with any luck. A long walk to a dark ho-ho-house. A roman candle heart keep us far apart.
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,. In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.. Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,. I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back..
Oh God!. Sean Don. Fall Out... boy!. . Did-did you trip down 12 steps into Malibu. (Malibu, ooh, ooh, ooh). So why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever.
We take sour sips from life's lush lips. & we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships. Stomp out this disaster town!. You'll put your eyes to the sun & say, I know.
I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate. And eyes dilate. And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night.