Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Patrick Stump] This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But we never stood a chance and I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores, I am the waves beggin' for big moons, oo-oo-oons I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town, no [Pre-Chorus: Patrick Stump] Your secret's out... [Chorus: Patrick Stump] I know this hurts, it was meant to (It was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't, don't matter [Verse 2: Patrick Stump] This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming Into microphones for attention because we're just so bored, oh We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts [Pre-Chorus: Patrick Stump] Your secret's out... [Chorus: Patrick Stump] I know this hurts, it was meant to (It was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't, don't matter [Bridge: Patrick Stump & Pete Wentz, both] I used to obsess over living Now I only obsess over you Tell me you'd like boys like me better In the dark lyin' on top of you This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters! This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters! This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) [Chorus: Patrick Stump] I know this hurts, it was meant to (It was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter [Outro: Pete Wentz] From day one, I talked about getting out But not forgetting about how all my worst fears are letting out He said, "Why put a new address On the same old loneliness?" When breathing just passes the time Until we all just get old and die Now talking's just a waste of breath And living's just a waste of death And why put a new address On the same old loneliness? And this is you and me, and me and you Until we've got nothing left