…Maybe I just took too much cough medicine
And I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet
The best worst thing

Us, we were pity sex,
Nothing more and nothing less

She’s an American beauty
I’m an American psycho

And in the end
I’d do it all again.
I think you’re my best friend.

I’m yours.
When it rains it pours.
Stay thirsty like before.

I’m not passive but aggressive.
Take note it’s not impressive.
Empty your sadness like you’re dumping your purse on my bedroom floor
We put your curse in reverse.

And it’s our time now if you want it to be.
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free.
And your love is anemic.
And I can’t believe that you couldn’t see it coming for me.

And sometimes I just wanna sit around and gaze at my shoes, yeah.
And let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon.

Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing “Baby, come home”
I remember “Baby, come home”

I’ve got those jet pack blues
Fight off the light tonight and just stay with me
Honey, don’t you leave

Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don’t mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you

I’m just a problem that doesn’t want to be solved
So could you please hold your applause
Take this sideshow and all its freaks
And turn it into the silver screen dream

Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare

I’ll be as honest as you let me
I miss your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite “what if”
You are my best “I’ll never know”

And I’m starting to forget
Just what summer ever meant to you
What did it ever mean to you?

Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of it
I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night

And all my thoughts of you
They could heat or cool the room
And no, don’t tell me you’re crying
Oh, honey, you don’t have to lie

You were the song stuck in my head
Every song that I’ve ever loved
Played again and again and again
And you can get what you want but it’s never enough
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to

And I just need enough of you to dull the pain
Just to get me through the night ’til we’re twins again
‘Till we’re stripped down to our skeletons again
‘Till we’re saints just swimming in our sins again

And there’s a jet black crow droning on and on and on
Up above our heads droning on and on and on
Keep making trouble ’till you find what you love
I need a new partner in crime and you shrug

I’m not ready for sincerity
I’d tell any lie to keep you listening

I gave you pretentious.
I gave you indifference, but you only wanted undressed and defenseless.
With all your cheap words about hearts and accidents
Who are you kidding? 

When the hook sets in
And this all ends.
I’ll wish it never began,
Oh I will die without the attention.

Everyone loves an underdog
That’s why you’re singing along.

I just want to be better than your
Your head’s only medicine
A downward spiral just a pirouette
Getting worse till there’s nothing left
What good comes of something when I’m
just the ghost of nothing?

Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I’m through with this
I am the worst liar I know

It’s not gossip if it’s the truth
I’m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who’s in them?
Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

I’ve got the skyline in my veins
Forget your night times
Summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel
And joke us, joke us

I find myself on the street out in front of your house, you can kiss safe thoughts goodbye.
I’m coming up to break your heart.
You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out.

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive

I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery

I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine
What a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet

I’m a mascot for what you’ve become
I love the mayhem more than the love

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

If home is where the heart is
then we’re all just fucked
I can’t remember
I can’t remember
And I want it so bad
I’d shoot the sunshine into my veins
I can’t remember
The good old days

I’m a young one
Stuck in the thoughts
Of an old one’s head
When all the others were just stirring awake
I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

My head’s in heaven, my soles are in hell
Let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

I don’t know where you’re going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don’t know where I’m going
But I don’t think I’m coming home and I said
I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we’re starting at the end
Let’s be alone together 

Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
Still I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

Letting people down is my thing, baby
Find yourself a new gig
This town ain’t big enough for two of us
I don’t have the right name
Or the right looks
But I have twice the heart

She’s his suicide blond, she’s number than gold

And I said “I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead,”
I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she’d let it go to my head

When I said that I’d return to you I meant more like a relapse

Now and again I think “His and her’s” “For better or worse”
But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

“You’re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have”

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of “best friends”

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

I spent most of last night dragging this lake
for the corpses of all my past mistakes
sell me out – the joke’s on you
we are salt – you are the wound
empty another bottle
and let me tear you to pieces
this is me wishing you
into the worst situations
I’m the kind of kid
that can’t let anything go
but you wouldn’t know a good thing
if it came up and slit your throat

Pieces & Paragraphs from Fall Out Boy lyrics.