what a catch, donnie

[Willow Short]

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch, whoa-oh

You'll never catch us, so, just let me be instead
I'll be fine 'til the hospital or American embassy
Miss Flack said, “I still want you back”
Yeah, Miss Flack said, “I still want you back”

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed
The one who gave up on you, who gave up on you

They say the captain goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends, will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said, “I still want you back”
Yeah, Miss Flack said, “I still want you ba-a-ack”

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed
The one who gave up on you, who gave up on you

Na na nanana
Na na nanana
Na na nanana
Na na nanana

What a catch, what a catch
What a catch, what a catch

[Elvis Costello]
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way, you will always know

[Patrick Stump]
I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed
The one who gave up on you, who gave up on you

[Gabe Saporta]
(Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentlemen
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town)

[Travis McCoy]
(We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with the bullet
A loaded God complex, thingy it and pull it)

[Brendan Urie]
(Dance, dance, we're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they’d love if they know
How misery loves me)

[Doug Neuman]
(This ain't a scene, it’s a God damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a God damn arms race)

[Alex DeLeon]
(One night, yeah, one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even if they weren't that great
He tastes like you, only sweeter)

[William Beckett]
(Growing up, growing up)

[Patrick Stump]
I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch