Capo 3

Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me
And one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar!)
’I could have died with you’
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle, confess (so bury me in memory)
Now ask yourself, yeah, out on the insides, I said I loved you but I lied

Let’s play this game called ‘when you catch fire’
I wouldn’t ps to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you

So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat

On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth

Let’s play this game called ‘when you catch fire’
I wouldn’t ps to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you

So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat

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‘Saturday’ ‘ Fall Out Boy

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I’m good to go
And I’m going nowhere fast

It could be worse
I could be taking you there with me
I’m good to go
But it looks like I’m still on my own

I’m good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I’ve been going through have failed
And I’m coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour

When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can’t sleep
In the wake of Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

When these open doors were open-ended

Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)

(Chorus)
(Bridge)

And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived

(Chorus)

(Ending Chords) F# G# E