‘TAKE THIS TO YOUR GRAVE’ STARTERS
taken from fall out boy’s 2003 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc.!
TELL THAT MICK HE JUST MADE MY LIST OF THINGS TO DO TODAY
‘ light that smoke for giving up on me, and another one just ‘cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations. ’
‘ i could have died with you. ’
‘ i hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle. ’
‘ i said i loved you, but i lied. ’
‘ when you catch fire, i wouldn’t piss to put you out. ’
‘ stop burning bridges. ’
‘ stop burning bridges and drive off of them so i can forget about you. ’
‘ bury me in memory. ’
‘ his smile’s your rope, so wrap it tight around your throat. ’
‘ breaking hearts has never looked so cool as when you wrap your car around a tree: your makeup looks so great next to his teeth. ’
‘ bury me in memory around your throat. ’
‘ i hope this is the last time. ’
‘ i’d never say no to you. ’
‘ there’s no way to talk to you. ’
‘ a rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you. ’
‘ this is side one; flip me over. ’
‘ the songs you grow to like never stick at first. ’
‘ i’m writing you a chorus. ’
GRAND THEFT AUTUMN / WHERE IS YOUR BOY
‘ where is your boy tonight? ’
‘ i hope he’s a gentleman. ’
‘ maybe he won’t find out what i know. ’
‘ you were the last good thing about this part of town. ’
‘ i’m willing to take my chances. ’
‘ you need him. i could be him. ’
‘ i could be an accident, but i’m still trying, and that’s more than i can say for him. ’ someday i’ll appreciate in value. ’
‘ i’m sporting my brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon. ’
‘ he won’t find out. ’
‘ i’m good to go. ’
‘ i’m going nowhere fast. ’
‘ i’m going nowhere fast, but it could be worse: i could be taking you there with me. ’
‘ it looks like i’m still on my own. ’
‘ i’m good to go for something golden. ’
‘ the motions i’ve been going through have failed. ’
‘ i’m coasting on potential toward a wall at a hundred miles an hour. ’
‘ when i say “two more weeks,” my foot is in the door. ’
‘ i read about the afterlife, but i never really lived. ’
‘ i’m grounding all my dreams. ’
‘ tonight, the headphones will deliver you the words that i can’t say ’
‘ tonight is all about “we miss you” ’
‘ i can’t forget your style or your cynicism. ’
‘ it was like you were the first to listen. ’
‘ my smile’s an open wound without you. ’
‘ new friends are golden. ’
SENDING POSTCARDS FROM A PLANE CRASH (WISH YOU WERE HERE)
‘ i am such a sucker. ’
‘ i’m always the last to know. ’
‘ my insides are copper; i’d kill to make them gold. ’
‘ make my bed the grave, and shovel dirt onto my sheets. ’
‘ 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. ’
‘ fake it like you matter. that’s a lie we can both keep. ’
CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO
‘ my heart is on my sleeve. i wear it like a bruise or black eye. ’
‘ i believed every single lie you said. ’
‘ every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you. ’
‘ every single pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention that i still hate you. ’
‘ i should be home. ’
‘ the colors of the street signs remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor’s house. ’
‘ boys like you are overrated. ’
‘ save your breath. ’
‘ loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads. ’
‘ you want apologies? you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever. ’
‘ the only thing you’ll get is this curse on your lips: i hope they taste of me forever. ’
‘ with every breath, i wish your body will be broken. ’
THE PROS AND CONS OF BREATHING
‘ bury me standing under your window with this cinder block in hand, because no one will ever feel like this again. ’
‘ if i could move, i’m sure it would only be to crawl back to you. ’
‘ i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself. ’
‘ i could crush you with my voice. ’
‘ i stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me. ’
‘ hide the details. i don’t want to know a thing. ’
‘ i hate the way you say my name, like it’s something secret. ’
‘ my pen is the barrel of a gun. remind me which side you should be on. ’
‘ i wish that i was as invisible as you make me feel. ’
‘ my heart ticks in beat with these kids that i grew up with. ’
‘ you’re living like life’s going out of style. ’
‘ at the end of the day you know where i came from, and where i call home. ’
‘ you were my only friend. ’
‘ i know this is belated, but i love you back. ’
‘ they’ll say it’s not worth it, so i’ll leave this town in ruin. ’
‘ i know you would be there either way. ’
‘ i’m so glad it seems like these times will never fade. ’
‘ i’ll tell everyone how much this means to me. ’
‘ this story’s going somewhere. ’
‘ let’s get this party started. ’
‘ what you do on your own time’s just fine. ’
‘ my imagination’s much worse. ’
‘ don’t say it’s over. ’
‘ the storm set it off. ’
‘ this is me, standing in the arch of the door, hating the look on your face. ’
‘ there’s another fool like me. there’s one born every minute. ’
REINVENTING THE WHEEL TO RUN MYSELF OVER
‘ i could walk this fine line between elation and success, but we all know which way i’m going. ’
‘ you have to prove yourself. ’
‘ you’ll have to prove it to me. ’
‘ you’re waiting up for him? ’
‘ you’re wasting time. ’
‘ i can’t do it by myself. ’
‘ i can’t wake up to these reminders of who i am. ’
‘ i’m a failure at everything. ’
‘ i’m a failure at everything: eighteen going on extinct. ’
‘ i know my place. ’
‘ i know my place; it’s nowhere you should roam. ’
THE PATRON SAINT OF LIARS AND FAKES
‘ i’m holding out. ’
‘ i’m holding on to every letter and every song. ’
‘ are you through with me? ’
‘ when it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me “sorry” with a straight face? ’
‘ i’m all ears, and i’m all scars. ’
‘ boys like you try too hard to look not quite as desperate. ’
‘ i still know the way to make your makeup run. ’
‘ take this to your grave, and i’ll take it to mine. ’