I repeatedly erase you everyday It chills me to the bone, it feels like I’m being poked by the pieces But as I look back, it’s a bright and dazzling road By all means, I won’t leave even a trace of you
My tribute to our lord and savior, Mr Gerard Arthur Way, who finally made it to his forties! From one seventies child to another, welcome, sir!
You like fatherhood, comfy clothes, meditation, going for walks, and cats. You still can’t swim, you still can’t dance (much) and you still don’t know karate. Face it, you’re not getting any younger.
I don’t wanna be younger, I just wanna…
Well if you wanted youthfulness, that’s all you had to say. Cause I got genes to make you cry or make you go, how does he look this way? For all the Britpop looks, the photographs that Kerrang! took, Remember when I broke my foot from Frankie jumping onto me?
I’m not thirty I’m not thirty I’m not thirty You wear me out
What will it take to show you that MyChem is really dead? (I’m not thirty) I’ve told you time and time again but you can’t seem to get it in your head (I’m not thirty) You think Frerard was real, you loved it when my roots were teal But that was then and anyhow for the last time, I write comics now!
Forget about the Revenge looks The photographs my boyfriend that Frankie took You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are Doom Patrol
I’m forty I’m forty! I’m forty, now (I’m forty, now)
But you really need to listen to me Because I’m telling you the truth I mean this, I’m forty! (Trust Me)
I’m not thirty I’m not thirty Well, I’m not thirty I’m not thir-fucking-ty I’m not thirty I’m not thirty (Forty)