Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Can I Ruin Myself In A Dream
Live In Pheniox
2 Reviewswow
(Patrick’s POV)
I walked under the smallish stage. This was the last show of the tour. Then I could go and visit Lucy and Lily all I wanted. I walked onto the small square. Pete and Joe were next to me. Andy was already up there behind his drums, waiting to start the beat. We were under the stage because they wanted up to pop up out of no ware. We were shooting our very first live video here. Live in Phenoix. I could here the screaming above me. Then Jay-Z’s voice filled my ears.
“Welcome.” Then a whole bunch of weird noises. Then the beginning of ‘This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race’ Then it just stopped right before the guitar part came. Then it was the beginning to ‘Hum Haleluja’ (sp?) Then it stopped. Then Jay-Z’s voice filled my ears again...
“What your critics say that never happened.” After that it was the beginning to a lot of our songs.
“The people said, couldn’t make it.” And again, the beginning to a whole bunch of Fall Out Boy’s songs. My stomach clenched up. It was time to come out soon. I can tell you that I was very very nervous.
“We dedicate this to the fans that held us down till everybody came around.” When the beginning of ‘Thanks For The Memories’ came on, everybody screamed as loud as they could. Then Jay-Z said
“Fall Out Boy.” I felt a jerk and I was moving up words at the speed of light. Then I saw the crowd. It was huge.
“F-O-B.” Said the mechanical Jay-Z again.
“FOB!” Everybody screamed. Joe started to play his guitar, and Andy started to play his drums. Pete started to play his bass, and I played my back up guitar until it was time to sing. I walked up to the mic and waited. I looked at everybody. They screamed and tried to get to the stage (and they would have if the guards weren’t so big.) And they screamed some more. I was really nervous. I know I’m a huge rock star and everything, but they still get stage fright.
Last, summer we took threes across the board
But by far we were a cover story "Now in stores"
Make us poster boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
and I have 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 after life
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat
For the die hards
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
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
The song ended and I felt great. I didn’t feel sick anymore. Pete spoke into his microphone.
“Please stand for your national anthem!” He said.
I started to sing
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know.
“You were the last good thing about this part of town!” The crowd sand that part.
“NOW SHOW IS WHAT YOU GOT INSIDE!” Pete screamed.
Then we started to play our instruments to the very familiar song.
When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on,
The hope you hate him more than you notice,
I wrote this for you.
You need him.
I could be him.
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part.
Someday I'll appreciate in value,
Get off my ass and call you.
But for the meantime I'll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on,
At 4:00 in the afternoon.
You need him.
I could be him.
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
“Everybody!” Pete screamed.
“1-2!”
I continued the song as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part.
Won’t find out
Won’t find out.
“Sing!” I screamed. They were supposed to sing
“Were is your boy tonight
I hope he is a gentleman.” but noone did and all that was playing was the instruments. I continued.
Maybe he won't find out what I know.
You were the last good thing about this part.
Then Gabe Sporta (Authors Note: I have no clue if it was Gabe Sporta or not, I’m just doing this from memory people)
Were is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman
maybe he won’t find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town
Then Pete spoke into the mic again.
“Dance, have fun, as long as your have a smile on your face we don’t care. SUGAR WERE GOING DOWN!”
Everybody played there instruments, and the crowd screamed.
Am I more
I stopped singing at that point. You could hear the crowd singing this time. Loud and clear.
“than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you”
I started to sing again. Covering their voice.
anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
“Let’s Go!” Pete screamed.
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
(x2)
“Let me hear you scream!” Screamed Pete. Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
“Sing!” I said to the crowd. All you could hear was milloins of voices screaming/
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!”
(Authors Note: When I said I was doing this by memory, I ment that I was listening to the CD and not watching the DVD. I would be watching the DVD, but Bree still has it.)
Then we started to play ‘Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued’
When Andy started to play the drums, fire shot out from the back of the stage. The crowd screamed, and I smiled. I knew they would like that.
Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice ('cause we are bad news)
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says
I let the crowd sing the next part.
"Do not open before Christmas." they screamed.
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good.
Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words down
Into your notebook (spit lines like these)
We're friends when you're on your knees
Make them dance like we were shooting their feet
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Don’t you dare open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
Pete then screamed. “Come on!” (Authors Note: I think that’s what he says...)
We're only liars but were the best
We’re only for the latest trend
We’re only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
“There’s more important on the news like the war in Irak, then knowing when Pairs Hilton is going to jail, or staying in jail or whatever the fuck is going on. So this is for all the kids that glow in the dark!” Said Pete.
It's all a game of this or that, now versus then
Better off against worse for wear
And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine
And you are the dreamer and we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my faith to hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
We're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
Love in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
We started to play ‘Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today’
Pete yelled
“PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Light that smoke, yeah, one for giving up on me
And one just cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:
(I could have died.)
I could have died with you.
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- confess
Now ask yourself yeah out on the insides, I said I loved you but I lied
Let's play this game called "when you catch fire"
I wouldn't piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile's your rope
So Wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth (his teeth)
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out, noStop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
So bury me in memory around your throat
So bury me in memory around your throat
We started to play a brand new song, when Pete walked over to me and put his head on my shoulder. He did this a-lot to make the fan girls go crazy. And they did.
Last year's wishes
Are this year's apologies
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
Cause I know how the words get you
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Collect the bad habits
That you couldn't bare to keep
Out of the woods but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kissed teeth stained red
From a sour bottle baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and youSetting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
The best way
To make it through
With hearts and wrists intact
Is to realize
Two out of three ain't bad
Ain't bad
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
you
Setting in a honeymoon
Me and you
Me and you
(Honeymoon)
Joe, Pete, and I gave the stage guys our instruments. Joe and I walked into a circular changing booth. Pete got his own. These lights went on so you couldn’t see us getting changed. I looked over at the thing Pete had to himself and laughed. He didn’t turn his light on till he had his shirt off, and he was undoing his belt. He was such a fucking tease. I changed my shirt but left my pants on. I didn’t want to change in front of Joe. We came out of the circular changing thingies and we came out to find that there was a crazed fan on the stage, running from the stage people. (Authors Note: For all the people who haven’t watched Live In Pheniox, that does not happen...)
From what I could see, she had dark brown hair with a whole bunch of blue in it. She saw me, and ran up to me. She grabbed my face and pulled it to hers. Our lips met. My brain just froze at that second. I couldn’t think, or move. She let go and said, well actually yelled.
“PATRICK I LOVE YOU! YOU HAVE AN AMAZING VOICE AND YOU ARE THE HOTTEST THING ALIVE!” One of the stage people finally grabbed her and said
“That’s it missy, your out of here.” He jerked her away from me and it looked like she was in pain.
“Hey!” I yelled at the dude. He looked back and said
“What chubby?” I felt Pete brush past me, but I held him back. He hated when the stage people handled a fan like that. He also hated it when anybody called me chubby.
“Let her go, she just wanted to see her heros and make me go def almost... but the last part wasn’t her fault. It’s not like she’s going to hurt us.” I said, still struggling to hold Pete back.
“Joe... A little help here!” He ran up to me and grabbed Pete. Joe was stronger then me, so he could hold him back.
“My job is to make sure that no body gets on this stage but you guys. And she got on the stage, so It is my job to make sure she doesn’t come back here.” He said pulling her towards the exit of the stage.
“Ow!” She said. I guess that was enough for Pete. As the stage person exited the stage, Pete fallowed him. I ran after him. I could hear Joe saying into the microphone
“Sorry about that people. If we don’t come back out, you can get half your money back. I say half because we did half the show. And half the money goes to the stage.” When I arrived, I thought I would have found Pete beating the dude to a pulp, but he was yelling at him. Wow. I thought. Pete was normally violent. I shrugged it off.
“Why are you yelling at me pretty boy?! I was doing my job! You can’t yell at me for doing my job!” The dude yelled at Pete. He was still holding the girl, but she didn’t seem to care, she was staring at Pete dreamily.
“I’m yelling at you because you hurt her when she was just trying to see us! AND You called my best friend fat! That’s not cool! You may have been doing your job, but you weren’t doing it very well!” He yelled reaching for the girl. He tightened his grip on her, making her wince in pain. Pete looked at him with such disgust in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it.
“Oh, does that piss you off pretty boy?” He said, tightening his grip on her.
“Stop! That hurts!” She yelled. Her eyes were welling up with tears now. Pete brought back his hand and punched him square in the face. There it was. I thought. I ran over to Pete and pulled him off of the dude. I looked at the girl and said.
“You know who we are right? Well go to Joe and tell him that I sent you. Tell him to take you to the back room.” I said, all she could do was nod.
“Pete come on! Lets go! We don’t want to be sued again!” I said trying to pull him the other way. He broke free of my grip and ran to the dude again. This time when I went to grab him, he punched me right on the nose. I feel back. It was throbbing. I reached up to it and winced. It was bleeding. It hurt so bad I was crying. I could tell that it was broken.
“GOD DAMN IT PETE LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” I yelled at him. He looked back at me and his eyes widened. I got up and ran back to the stage.
“I’m sorry everybody, but we have some things to take care of. You will get all your money back, well the part that goes to us anyway... Every single one of you gets free signed T-shirts! Goodnight!” I yelled to the crowd. I could tell (from the people in the front row) that they were all wondering what was going on with my nose. I ran backstage, and into the backroom. I opened the door and grabbed my cell phone. I opened it and called Lucy.
“Hello I herd her say.”
“Lucy I need to talk to you.”
"Patrick... can it wait... I'm kinda in the middle of something..."
“No, my nose is broken, Pete is probably going to get sued again, and I am in emotional distress!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to yell, but she was my best friend. When I said I needed to talk, she was supposed to say, ‘alright Patrick, about what?’
“Patrick, I’m sorry but I’m can’t talk right no-” I cut her off.
“WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CAN’T TALK TO ME?!”
“PATRICK! MY DAD JUST DIED!” She yelled, hanging up right after she yelled at me. Great now I felt like shit. I went to sit on the couch, when I felt something push me off. I looked back and saw Joe. I completely forgot. I looked next to him and saw the girl. She looked at me and said
“Patrick your nose is broken!”
“Yeah.” Was all I said my nose throbbing. Joe took out his cell phone and called 911.
Crazed Fan That Kissed Patrick-http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/Music_luver_MCR/Erinnotme.jpg
wow is right. It's a twist you didn't exspect isn't it?
I walked under the smallish stage. This was the last show of the tour. Then I could go and visit Lucy and Lily all I wanted. I walked onto the small square. Pete and Joe were next to me. Andy was already up there behind his drums, waiting to start the beat. We were under the stage because they wanted up to pop up out of no ware. We were shooting our very first live video here. Live in Phenoix. I could here the screaming above me. Then Jay-Z’s voice filled my ears.
“Welcome.” Then a whole bunch of weird noises. Then the beginning of ‘This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race’ Then it just stopped right before the guitar part came. Then it was the beginning to ‘Hum Haleluja’ (sp?) Then it stopped. Then Jay-Z’s voice filled my ears again...
“What your critics say that never happened.” After that it was the beginning to a lot of our songs.
“The people said, couldn’t make it.” And again, the beginning to a whole bunch of Fall Out Boy’s songs. My stomach clenched up. It was time to come out soon. I can tell you that I was very very nervous.
“We dedicate this to the fans that held us down till everybody came around.” When the beginning of ‘Thanks For The Memories’ came on, everybody screamed as loud as they could. Then Jay-Z said
“Fall Out Boy.” I felt a jerk and I was moving up words at the speed of light. Then I saw the crowd. It was huge.
“F-O-B.” Said the mechanical Jay-Z again.
“FOB!” Everybody screamed. Joe started to play his guitar, and Andy started to play his drums. Pete started to play his bass, and I played my back up guitar until it was time to sing. I walked up to the mic and waited. I looked at everybody. They screamed and tried to get to the stage (and they would have if the guards weren’t so big.) And they screamed some more. I was really nervous. I know I’m a huge rock star and everything, but they still get stage fright.
Last, summer we took threes across the board
But by far we were a cover story "Now in stores"
Make us poster boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
and I have 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 after life
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat
For the die hards
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
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
The song ended and I felt great. I didn’t feel sick anymore. Pete spoke into his microphone.
“Please stand for your national anthem!” He said.
I started to sing
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know.
“You were the last good thing about this part of town!” The crowd sand that part.
“NOW SHOW IS WHAT YOU GOT INSIDE!” Pete screamed.
Then we started to play our instruments to the very familiar song.
When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on,
The hope you hate him more than you notice,
I wrote this for you.
You need him.
I could be him.
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part.
Someday I'll appreciate in value,
Get off my ass and call you.
But for the meantime I'll sport my
Brand new fashion of waking up with pants on,
At 4:00 in the afternoon.
You need him.
I could be him.
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
“Everybody!” Pete screamed.
“1-2!”
I continued the song as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part.
Won’t find out
Won’t find out.
“Sing!” I screamed. They were supposed to sing
“Were is your boy tonight
I hope he is a gentleman.” but noone did and all that was playing was the instruments. I continued.
Maybe he won't find out what I know.
You were the last good thing about this part.
Then Gabe Sporta (Authors Note: I have no clue if it was Gabe Sporta or not, I’m just doing this from memory people)
Were is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman
maybe he won’t find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town
Then Pete spoke into the mic again.
“Dance, have fun, as long as your have a smile on your face we don’t care. SUGAR WERE GOING DOWN!”
Everybody played there instruments, and the crowd screamed.
Am I more
I stopped singing at that point. You could hear the crowd singing this time. Loud and clear.
“than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you”
I started to sing again. Covering their voice.
anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
“Let’s Go!” Pete screamed.
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
(x2)
“Let me hear you scream!” Screamed Pete. Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
“Sing!” I said to the crowd. All you could hear was milloins of voices screaming/
“A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it!”
(Authors Note: When I said I was doing this by memory, I ment that I was listening to the CD and not watching the DVD. I would be watching the DVD, but Bree still has it.)
Then we started to play ‘Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued’
When Andy started to play the drums, fire shot out from the back of the stage. The crowd screamed, and I smiled. I knew they would like that.
Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice ('cause we are bad news)
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says
I let the crowd sing the next part.
"Do not open before Christmas." they screamed.
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good.
Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words down
Into your notebook (spit lines like these)
We're friends when you're on your knees
Make them dance like we were shooting their feet
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Don’t you dare open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
Pete then screamed. “Come on!” (Authors Note: I think that’s what he says...)
We're only liars but were the best
We’re only for the latest trend
We’re only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
“There’s more important on the news like the war in Irak, then knowing when Pairs Hilton is going to jail, or staying in jail or whatever the fuck is going on. So this is for all the kids that glow in the dark!” Said Pete.
It's all a game of this or that, now versus then
Better off against worse for wear
And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine
And you are the dreamer and we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my faith to hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
We're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
Love in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
We started to play ‘Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today’
Pete yelled
“PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Light that smoke, yeah, one for giving up on me
And one just cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar:
(I could have died.)
I could have died with you.
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- confess
Now ask yourself yeah out on the insides, I said I loved you but I lied
Let's play this game called "when you catch fire"
I wouldn't piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile's your rope
So Wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth (his teeth)
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out, noStop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
So bury me in memory around your throat
So bury me in memory around your throat
We started to play a brand new song, when Pete walked over to me and put his head on my shoulder. He did this a-lot to make the fan girls go crazy. And they did.
Last year's wishes
Are this year's apologies
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
Cause I know how the words get you
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Collect the bad habits
That you couldn't bare to keep
Out of the woods but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kissed teeth stained red
From a sour bottle baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and youSetting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
The best way
To make it through
With hearts and wrists intact
Is to realize
Two out of three ain't bad
Ain't bad
Me and you
Setting in a honeymoon
you
Setting in a honeymoon
Me and you
Me and you
(Honeymoon)
Joe, Pete, and I gave the stage guys our instruments. Joe and I walked into a circular changing booth. Pete got his own. These lights went on so you couldn’t see us getting changed. I looked over at the thing Pete had to himself and laughed. He didn’t turn his light on till he had his shirt off, and he was undoing his belt. He was such a fucking tease. I changed my shirt but left my pants on. I didn’t want to change in front of Joe. We came out of the circular changing thingies and we came out to find that there was a crazed fan on the stage, running from the stage people. (Authors Note: For all the people who haven’t watched Live In Pheniox, that does not happen...)
From what I could see, she had dark brown hair with a whole bunch of blue in it. She saw me, and ran up to me. She grabbed my face and pulled it to hers. Our lips met. My brain just froze at that second. I couldn’t think, or move. She let go and said, well actually yelled.
“PATRICK I LOVE YOU! YOU HAVE AN AMAZING VOICE AND YOU ARE THE HOTTEST THING ALIVE!” One of the stage people finally grabbed her and said
“That’s it missy, your out of here.” He jerked her away from me and it looked like she was in pain.
“Hey!” I yelled at the dude. He looked back and said
“What chubby?” I felt Pete brush past me, but I held him back. He hated when the stage people handled a fan like that. He also hated it when anybody called me chubby.
“Let her go, she just wanted to see her heros and make me go def almost... but the last part wasn’t her fault. It’s not like she’s going to hurt us.” I said, still struggling to hold Pete back.
“Joe... A little help here!” He ran up to me and grabbed Pete. Joe was stronger then me, so he could hold him back.
“My job is to make sure that no body gets on this stage but you guys. And she got on the stage, so It is my job to make sure she doesn’t come back here.” He said pulling her towards the exit of the stage.
“Ow!” She said. I guess that was enough for Pete. As the stage person exited the stage, Pete fallowed him. I ran after him. I could hear Joe saying into the microphone
“Sorry about that people. If we don’t come back out, you can get half your money back. I say half because we did half the show. And half the money goes to the stage.” When I arrived, I thought I would have found Pete beating the dude to a pulp, but he was yelling at him. Wow. I thought. Pete was normally violent. I shrugged it off.
“Why are you yelling at me pretty boy?! I was doing my job! You can’t yell at me for doing my job!” The dude yelled at Pete. He was still holding the girl, but she didn’t seem to care, she was staring at Pete dreamily.
“I’m yelling at you because you hurt her when she was just trying to see us! AND You called my best friend fat! That’s not cool! You may have been doing your job, but you weren’t doing it very well!” He yelled reaching for the girl. He tightened his grip on her, making her wince in pain. Pete looked at him with such disgust in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it.
“Oh, does that piss you off pretty boy?” He said, tightening his grip on her.
“Stop! That hurts!” She yelled. Her eyes were welling up with tears now. Pete brought back his hand and punched him square in the face. There it was. I thought. I ran over to Pete and pulled him off of the dude. I looked at the girl and said.
“You know who we are right? Well go to Joe and tell him that I sent you. Tell him to take you to the back room.” I said, all she could do was nod.
“Pete come on! Lets go! We don’t want to be sued again!” I said trying to pull him the other way. He broke free of my grip and ran to the dude again. This time when I went to grab him, he punched me right on the nose. I feel back. It was throbbing. I reached up to it and winced. It was bleeding. It hurt so bad I was crying. I could tell that it was broken.
“GOD DAMN IT PETE LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” I yelled at him. He looked back at me and his eyes widened. I got up and ran back to the stage.
“I’m sorry everybody, but we have some things to take care of. You will get all your money back, well the part that goes to us anyway... Every single one of you gets free signed T-shirts! Goodnight!” I yelled to the crowd. I could tell (from the people in the front row) that they were all wondering what was going on with my nose. I ran backstage, and into the backroom. I opened the door and grabbed my cell phone. I opened it and called Lucy.
“Hello I herd her say.”
“Lucy I need to talk to you.”
"Patrick... can it wait... I'm kinda in the middle of something..."
“No, my nose is broken, Pete is probably going to get sued again, and I am in emotional distress!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to yell, but she was my best friend. When I said I needed to talk, she was supposed to say, ‘alright Patrick, about what?’
“Patrick, I’m sorry but I’m can’t talk right no-” I cut her off.
“WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CAN’T TALK TO ME?!”
“PATRICK! MY DAD JUST DIED!” She yelled, hanging up right after she yelled at me. Great now I felt like shit. I went to sit on the couch, when I felt something push me off. I looked back and saw Joe. I completely forgot. I looked next to him and saw the girl. She looked at me and said
“Patrick your nose is broken!”
“Yeah.” Was all I said my nose throbbing. Joe took out his cell phone and called 911.
Crazed Fan That Kissed Patrick-http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/Music_luver_MCR/Erinnotme.jpg
wow is right. It's a twist you didn't exspect isn't it?
Log in to rate and review this story