02/08/08

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m just tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years an call me when you’re better
Take tears of mine find yourself wetter

Fall Out Boy, “The Carpal Tunnel Of Love”