Fall Out Boy~Dance, Dance

She says she’s no good with words but I’m worse.
Barely stuttered out, “A joke of a romantic,” stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it’s “It can’t get much worse” vs. “No one should ever feel like…”

I’m two quarters and a heart down.
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I’ll write them.
So you need them just to get by.

(whispered part – Pete)
We’re going into B-minor.

Dance, Dance
We’re falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you’d love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they’d love if they knew how misery loved me.

You always fold just before you’re found out.
Drink up it’s last call, last resort, but only the first mistake.

I’m two quarters and a heart down.
And I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I’ll write them.
So you need them just to get by.

Why don’t you show me the little bit of spine,
You’ve been saving for his mattress, love.

Dance, Dance
We’re falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you’d love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they’d love if they knew how misery loved me.

Why don’t you show me the little bit of spine,
You’ve been saving for his mattress.
I only want sympathy in the form of you,
Crawling into bed with me.

Dance, Dance
We’re falling apart to half time.
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you’d love to lead.
Dance
This is the way they’d love. (Way they’d love.)
Dance
This is the way they’d love. (Way they’d love.)
Dance
This is the way they’d love if they knew how misery loved me.

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

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