Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til everybody came around
Welcome, it's here

Last summer, we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"

Make us poster boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot com's refreshing for a journal update

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch, all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch, all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave
Of my hand, 'cause that's just the kind of boy that I am

The only thing I haven't done yet is die
And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch, all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch, all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five

Long live the car crash hearts
(Long live the car crash hearts)
Long live the car crash hearts
(Long live the car crash hearts)

Long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five, hehe, woo

Young, FOB
Let's go

Baby, seasons change, but people don't, and
I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring, but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography

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

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style 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 conjugal visits
People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

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

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh-oh-oh
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, oh-woah
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

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 smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, oh-woah
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair, with smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed in secret places
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

I am an arms dealer, fitting you with
Weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
Long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You're looking pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night, we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars, no, more like p-p-p-parties

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please catch another

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)

Woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Do-do-do-do-do)
Whoo

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do)
Oh so intricate (Do-do-do-do-do-do)

How cruel is the golden rule
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated?

And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried carats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens

And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (Too heavy for me)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see (Everyone to see)

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me

And pray they don't grow up to be...

I'm gonna make it bend and break (It sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (Except for)
When you look into the past (Look into the past)
One night stand (One night stand off)

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
Get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away
From getting you into the mood, woah

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night (Woah), yeah (Oh), and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter," oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Penny for your thoughts, but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter
And I'm drawing a blank

We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa-oh
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

Oh-oh, oh-oh

I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry
For myself
Whoa oh

We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa-oh
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

We only want to sing you to sleep in your bedroom speakers
Whoa oh, we only want to sing you to sleep

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank and we walk the plank
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

We're broken down on memory lane, alone together, we're alone
We're broken down on memory lane, alone together, we're alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh...

I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate
And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night

Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room

Oh, put love on hold, young Hollywood
Is on the other line
Her nose runs ruby red, Death's in a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate

Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose...

I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate
Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends

Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Loose, watch you work the room
Cut it loose, watch you work the room
Ohhhh, whoa

I'm a stitch away, I'm a stitch away...

We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"

And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend, and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying, "How you been?"

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh

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
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars

Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa
Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa

This city says, "come hell or high water"
Well, I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars

Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa
Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa

The tombstones were waiting, they were half-engraved
They knew it was over, they just didn't know the date...
And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city, windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars

Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa
Yo-ho-ho, whoa
Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end (Yo-ho-ho, whoa)
Better off as lovers and not the other way around (Oh, yo-ho-ho, whoa)
(Yo-ho-ho) Ex-friends 'til the end (Whoa)
Better off as yo-ho-ho-oh

The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror, he practices all his lines
To his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "The man hangs"
But the jury doesn't

And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?
Oh-oh

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...

He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six, the gallery is hushed...
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell, notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?
Oh-oh

Fresh pressed suit and tie, unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict, "In the above entitled actions
We find the defendant guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty..."

Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?
Case open, case shut, but you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic?
Oh-oh

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...