The Carpal Tunnel Of Love - Fall Out Boy

And 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»

And we might have started singing just a little soon

We’re throwing stones at a glass moon

Whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning

Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning

And 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?»

We might of said goodbyes just a little soon

(Stomp out of this disaster town)

Robbing Lips, kissing banks

Under this moon

Whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning

Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning

Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning

It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche

When the pearls in our shells got up to dance

You call me a bad tipper of the cradle

But I’m just tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns

We’re the has_beens of husbands- sharpening the knives of young wives.

Take two years and call me when you’re better…

Take tears of mine and find yourself wetter

Whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning

Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoa, we’re so miserable and stunning,

Whoa, songs for the genuinely cunning