Ryan Ross, ése fue el peor regalo de cumpleaños de mi vida

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.

Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name

As she sheds her skin on stage

I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.

The strip joint veteran sits two away

Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri

[And isn't this exactly where you'd like me

I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know

Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety]

{{Just stay where I can see you

Douse the lights!

We sure are in for a show tonight}}

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

Then think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Come save me from walking off a windowsell

or I'll sleep in the rain.

Don't you remember when I was a bird

and you were a map?

Picking up things we shouldn't read,

Looks like the end of history as we know,

It's just the end of the world.

Back to the street where we began,

Feeling as good as lovers can, you know,

Into a place, where thoughts can bloom,

Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ,

{[The ink is running towards the page

Chasing off the days

Look back at both feet and that winding knee

I missed your skin when you were east

You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn

That fragile Capricorn 

unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

I know the worlds a broken bone

But melt your headaches, call it home]}

She said she'd won the world at a carnival

[...]

But who could love me?

I am out of my mind

Throwing a line out to sea

To see if I can catch a dream

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Little deaths in musical beds

So it seems I'm someone I've never met

Things have changed for me, and that's okay

I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say

Things have changed for me, and that's okay…

((When the sun found the moon

She was drinking tea in a garden

Under the green umbrella trees

In the middle of summer

So he said, "Would it be all right

If we just sat and talked for a little while

If in exchange for your time

I give you this smile?"

So she said, "That's okay

As long as you can make a promise

Not to break my little heart

Or leave me all alone in the summer."))

Well he was just hanging around

Then he fell in love

And he didn't know how

But he couldn't get out

Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two

Where summer's lasted longer than

Longer than we do

Where nothing really mattered

Except for me to be with you

But in time we all forgot

And we all grew

[...]

You've never been so divine

In accepting your defeat

And I've never been more scared to be alone

If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep

Then I'm putting out the lantern

Find your own way back home 

Innocence. 

Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, 

send for all your absent lovers things. 

Go on, 

grab your hat and fetch a camera. 

Go on, film the world before it happens. 

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention

Give me envy, give me malice, baby give me a break

When I say shotgun, you say wedding

Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding

Hey moon, please forget to fall down

Hey moon, don't you go down

Ryan Ross y Jon Walker abandonan Panic at the disco 

=(