It's Hard To Say "I Do", When I Don't

I speak fast, and I'm not gonna repeat myself, no
So listen carefully to every word I say
I'm the only one who's gonna get away with making excuses today

You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have
Blackmailed myself ('cause I ain't got)
'Cause I ain't got anyone else
This is a stick up, give us all your inspiration
I've got the red carpet blues, baby

So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes, no
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you, whoa

When I said that I'd return to you, I meant more like a relapse
Now and again, I think, "His and hers, 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
I've got the red carpet blues, baby

So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat

Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you
And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes
Everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat
But don't get the wrong idea
We're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you

Now press repeat



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman, Peter Wentz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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