Panic! At The Disco

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
You're worse than nicotine.

Cause these words are knives, and often leave scars.

You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn

There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends

I am the who when you call, Who's there?
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

I know it's mad, but if I go to hell,
Will you come with me or just leave?

Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate.

You've got 'em wrapped around your finger.
Watch 'em fall down,
There's something beautiful and tragic in the fall out.
Let me say it one more time.
(tragic in the fall out).