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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Drums
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Background Vocals
Justin Courtney Pierre
Justin Courtney Pierre
Background Vocals
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Lead Vocals
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Composer
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Composer
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Composer
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean O'Keefe
Sean O'Keefe
Producer
Dominick Maita
Dominick Maita
Mastering Engineer
Greg Geary
Greg Geary
Recording Engineer
Mike Hari
Mike Hari
Additional Engineer
Noble Hibbs
Noble Hibbs
Assistant Engineer
Paul Long
Paul Long
Assistant Engineer
Todd Ostertag
Todd Ostertag
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or black eye
My badge of weakness
Means that I believed
Every single lie you said
'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in Chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said
"Boys like you are overrated
So save your breath"
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads
'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in Chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies, girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips
I hope they taste of me forever
There's a light on in Chicago
Every pane of glass
And I know I should be home
Every pane of
And all the colors of the street signs
Every pane of glass
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
Written by: Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman
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