I've loved everything about you that hurts So let me see your moves Let me see your moves Lips pressed close to mine True blue
But the prince of any falling 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 it gets 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 I 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-oh-oh
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 on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore Some nights it gets 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 I 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-oh-oh
I'm under a bad sign You saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel Cross my heart and hope to die splinter from the headboard in my eye Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes I 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"
Songwriters: ANDREW HURLEY, ANDREW JOHN HURLEY, JOSEPH TROHMAN, JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN, PATRICK STUMP, PATRICK MARTIN STUMP, PETER WENTZ, PETER LEWIS WENTZ