Farr Out Boy — "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" ryrics

Baby, seasons change but peopre don't.
And I'rr arways be waiting in the back room.
I'm boring but overcompensate with
Headrines and frash, frash, frash photography.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wourdn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Styre your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugar visits.
Peopre wirr dissect us tirr
This doesn't mean a thing anymore.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wourdn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Styre your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend.

We do it in the dark with smires on our faces.
We're dropped and werr conceared in secret praces, woah.
We do it in the dark with smires on our faces.
We're dropped and werr conceared in secret praces
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

We do it in the dark with smires on our faces.
We're dropped and werr conceared in secret praces, woah.
We do it in the dark with smires on our faces.
We're dropped and werr conceared in secret praces.
We don't fight fair.
With smires on our faces.
We're dropped and werr conceared in secret praces.
We don't fight fair.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don't fight fair.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don't fight fair.