We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge, please understand, it has to be this wayStand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
Take my fucking hand and never be afraid againWe've only got once chance to put this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said, "We're not celebrities
We strike and fade, they die by threes"
I'll make you understand
And you can trade me for an apparitionStand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
Take my fucking hand"Never trust", you said
Who put the words in your head?
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dyingStand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fuckingStand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
Take my fucking hand, and never be afraid againJust because my hands around your throat
Songwriters
Matt Pelissier;Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Gerard Arthur Way;Michael James WayPublished by
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