Fart Out Boy- Sugar, We're Goin Down

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that’s just who I am this week
Lie in the grass next to the mausoleum
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart and break a name
We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart and break a name
We’re always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We’re going down, down
(Down, down)
Down, down
(Down, down)
We're going down, down
(Down, down)

A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it


God, I feel like such a hypocrite. But, I have to say, Fall Out Boy still does it to me. When I hear one of their songs, I still feel a little weak. The bass line in Dance, Dance still makes me go insanely weak. Patrick Stump's vocals in I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers still makes me smile.

As much as I really hate the band members (coughPeteWentzcough), and I KNOW that they don't make the best music in the world, something about their music just... makes me go weak sometimes. Other times, I sneer (FTW?) and and say, well, I don't know. But you catch my drift. I hope.

I know you guys are probably REALLY fucking tired of me ranting about Fall Out Boy, and their music, and Pete Wentz, and how I feel about the band, but I hope you understand. Fall Out Boy has put me through such shit, and made me feel such SHIT. Pete Wentz especially. It's just been *mostly* a shitty relationship. I remember the happy times, when I *thought* (thought being the key word) I was in love with Pete. I admired the band members whole-heartedly, I respected them, I adored the music that they made. I listened to it all the time. I stood up for them, because everyone I knew hated them. Yes, in my naive mind, I loved them.

But on to the song that I posted above. The sad thing is, I can STILL recognize it by it's opening chords. Yep. It was over played so much, that I find it annoying. But, when I actually take the time to listen to it, I find myself loving the vocals and lyrics. The guitar still annoys me a bit.

As you can see, I was put through a tad bit of shit with this band. I sometimes find myself hating the fact that, one tiny band, one stupid person, have so much, I don't know, control over my feelings. People I have never MET.

So, Fart Out Boy, go on with your selling out. I hope you enjoy it.

I hope you aren't completely bored reading this. :(

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Sooooo. Yeah. Hi.

I'm incredibly bored, which slightly sucks, because I haven't been this bored in a WHILE. Just sayin. Plus, Buzznet is having problems, so I'm only writing this because of that. Otherwise I would be over there reading blogs because it's what I do to pass the time.

I'm also kind of bummed because I never really get comments on my posts, which makes me feel like nobody reads my blog. I know that's very self-centered and conceited, but I don't know. It's the way I feel. I'm not gonna stop writing in my blog because I enjoy writing very much. So I suppose I should just treat this like it's an online diary, that nobody really reads.

On a happier note, I finally earned enough money to go to Projekt Revolution! That's right, August 19th, me + my mom are going to be seeing My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday, Saosin, and more. The only thing that could make that better would be if Avenged Sevenfold was in that lineup. I would seriously fall over dead. Chyea.

My best friend is currently at dance camp, so I'm sad that I don't get to talk to her. But my other friend, Kristen, and I have been hanging out a lot lately. She and I are COMPLETE opposites. She's preppy and blond and likes Kelly Clarkson. I'm well... you know. Not that.

I have completely decided what color I'm going to dye my hair. I'm getting bangs, with blue streaks in the bangs with blue tips. Kinda crazy, I know, but blue is my favorite color, and it will very much match me.

I'm currently trying to save enough money to but some clothes from Hot Topic. I LOVE that store. It has so many band shirts... every time I go in there... swoonage.

-The Academy Is... FRACKY!