What a Catch, Donnie

Singer: Fall Out Boy ft. Elvis Costello, Gabe Saporta, Travis McCoy, Brendon Urie, Doug Neumann, Alex DeLeon, William Beckett
Written by: Pete Wentz & Patrick Stump
Album: Folie à Deux

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

You'll never catch us, so just let me be
Said I'll be fine, 'til the hospital or American Embassy

Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you, who gave up on you

They say the captain goes down with the ship
So when the world ends, will God go down with it?

Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you, who gave up on you

What a catch, what a catch
What a catch, what a catch

Costello: I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar, this way you will always know

Stump: I said I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you, who gave up on you

Saporta: Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman

McCoy: We're going down, down in an earlier round
(Maybe he won't find out what I know)
And sugar, we're going down, swinging
(You were the last good thing)

Urie: (I'll be your number one with a bullet)
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
(A loaded gun complex, cock it and pull it)
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you love to lead

Neumann: This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
(Dance, this is the way they love)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
(If they knew, how misery loves me)

DeLeon: One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great

Beckett: Growing up
(He tastes like you, only sweeter)
Growing up

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch