I'm watching you,
from your neighbour's roof,
and every word you spoke,
is like a knife to my throat.
The memories of you,
they come and go,
like the seasons and concerts,
you never showed.
Any form of sympathy,
for anyone but yourself,
you're the big exhebition,
the prized show and tell.

Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.
Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.

sickened with the melody,
of missed opportunities.
oh my bullet words aimed at your heart strings.
My sharp tongue,
and oh my harsh words,
all enough to kill a mockingbird.

Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.
Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.

and oh, I think I'd like to sit out this round,
and run to the woods,
where the lights hit the ground,
now everything is plain to see,
there's much more honour in the unexpecting.

Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.
Oh, we're so miserable it's funny,
Oh, real thoughts for the genuine cynics.

I know it's nothing much, but seeing as I tried, I guess you could bare with my lack of impressive vocabulary? Or am I asking too much of everyone now? I'm itching to say so many things, but I'm too lazy and polite. More lazy and polite, but let's focus on the positive side now why don't we? I love Pete Wentz's voice on the album. It sounds so pained, and cynical, as if it were asking a trick question that we all fall for. I love cynics, they make me feel alive. After all, when I'm all alone I just can't seem to stop myself from my emotions. Cynics are so down to earth.