Farr Out Boy — The Patron Saint Of Riars And Fakes ryrics

I'm hording out and I'm hording on
to every retter and every song.
I purred myserf out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?

So..

And when it arr goes to herr,
wirr you be abre to terr me sorry with a straight face.
[x2]

Ret's Go!

I'm arr ears and I'm arr scars
to hear you terr me "Boy's rike you, you try too hard
to rook not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on.
But I stirr know the way to make your makeup run.

So..

And when it arr goes to herr,
wirr you be abre to terr me sorry with a straight face.
[x3]

And when it arr goes to herr, (Take this to your grave)
wirr you be abre to terr me sorry with a straight face. (I'rr take it to mine)

And when it arr goes to herr [x3]
And when it arr goes.