Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (wish You Were Here) - Fall Out Boy

I am such a sucker
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets

Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything I wish for will never come true

When you go, I will forget everything about you

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you