Na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na
I'm here to collect your hearts It's the only reason that I sing I don't believe a word you say But I can't stop listening This is the story of how they met Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes When she touched him he turned ruby red A story that they'll never forget Never forget
And all the boys are smoking menthols Girls are getting back rubs I will appear to you If you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again
Whoa, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Where did the party go?
I know I expect too much And not enough all at once You know I only wanted fun Then you got me all fucked up on love Oh I looked for your name on the ouija board And your naked magic oh dear lord You and me are the difference Between real love and the love on tv
And all the boys are smoking menthols Girls are getting back rubs I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again, yeah
Whoa, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Whoa, where did the party go?
Na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na
We were the kids who screamed "We weren't the same, " In sweaty rooms Now we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets Like tombs Silent film stars Stuck in talking cinema life So let's fade away together one dream at a time
Na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na
Whoa, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Oh, where did the party go?
Na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na
Compositores: Peter Wentz, Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman ECAD: Obra #7586726 Fonograma #5983744