we take sour sips from life’s lush lips
and we shake shake shake the hips in relationships stomp out
this disaster town you’ll put your eyes to the sun and say i know
you’re only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
pre
and we might have started singing just a little soon
we’re throwing stones at a glass moon
whoa oh we’re so miserable and stunning
whoa oh love songs for the genuinely cunning whoa oh
we keep the beat with your blistered feet we bullet the words
at the mockingbirds singing slept through the weekend
and dreaming of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
got postcards from my former selves saying how you been
pre
we might have said goodbyes just a little soon stomp out
this disaster town robbing lips kissing banks under this moon
whoa oh we’re so miserable and stunning
whoa oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
whoa oh we’re so miserable and stunning
whoa oh love songs for the genuinely cunning whoa oh
it was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
when the pearls in our shells got up to dance
you call me a bad tipper of the cradle
tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
we’re the hasbeens of husbands
sharpening the knives of young wives
take two years and call me when you’re better
take teardrops of mine find yourself wetter
whoa oh we’re so miserable and stunning
whoa oh love songs for the genuinely cunning
whoa oh we’re so miserable and stunning
whoa oh love songs for the genuinely cunning whoa oh
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Year: 2006
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 165