Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Pete Wentz
Бас-гитара
Patrick Stump
Ведущий вокал
Andy Hurley
Барабаны
Joe Trohman
Солирующая гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Pete Wentz
Композитор
Patrick Stump
Композитор
Andy Hurley
Композитор
Joe Trohman
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Neal Avron
Миксинг-инженер
George Gumbs
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Travis Huff
Инженер обработки
Matty Green
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores
I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters
To addresses in a ghost town
Your secret's out
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is
It isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that
All us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored, oh
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
Your secret's out
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is
It isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't matter
I used to obsess over living
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me, you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is
It isn't even a good one
And it's mind over, you don't, don't, don't, don't matter
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How all my worst fears are letting out
He said; why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman
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