Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Background Vocals
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Background Vocals
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Drums
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Guitar
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Songwriter
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fall Out Boy
Fall Out Boy
Co-Producer
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Recording Engineer
Todd Stopera
Todd Stopera
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Sardy
Dave Sardy
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na I'm here to collect your hearts It's the only reason that I sing I don't believe a word you say but I can't stop listening This the story of how they met Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes And when she touches him, he turned ruby red A story that they'll never forget, never forget And all the boys are smoking Menthols Girls are getting backrubs I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again Woah, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Woah, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Yeah I know I expect too much And not enough all at once You know I only wanted fun Then you got me all fucked up on love Oh, I looked for your name on the Ouija board And you're naked magic, oh dear Lord You and me are the difference between real love And the love on T.V. Love on T.V. And all the boys are smoking menthols Girls are getting backrubs I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again, yeah Woah, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Woah, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na We were the kids who screamed We weren't the same In sweaty rooms Now, we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life So let's fade away together one dream at a time Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Whoa, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Whoa, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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