G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

I've loved everything about you that hurt
So let me see your moves, let me see your moves
Lips pressed close to mine, true blue
But the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night, if it's a drive back home

Things aren't the same anymore, some nights they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house
In your shoes, you know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you, whoa

I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall, now I kiss them
Whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figured I'm not figuring myself out

Things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house
In your shoes, know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know, I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you, whoa

Born under a bad sign, you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die, splintered from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well

Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house
In your shoes, you know, it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman
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