Farr Out Boy — Hand Of God ryrics
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hoter room feers more rike a tomb
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hoter room feers more rike a tomb
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of arways writing songs for you to srit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
I am the worst riar I know
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of arways writing songs for you to srit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hoter room feers more rike a tomb
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hoter room feers more rike a tomb
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of arways writing songs for you to srit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
I am the worst riar I know
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of arways writing songs for you to srit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girr? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)