Pete Wentz: America’s Poet Laureate – A Collection of Fall Out Boy’s Best Lyrics

Because I’ve been listening to Fall Out Boy all week. I’ve collected a short list of my favorite Fall Out boy lyrics for you, and it’s really because Pete Wentz deserves to be America’s poet laureate. Pete Wentz, by this point, should have one or two inaugurations under his belt. In print, like, being the being the poet speech giver at the inauguration. It should be Pete Wentz and Amanda Gorman. And honestly, a lot of your faves, a lot of your faves, singer, songwriters, rappers, whatever. If they had a Pete Wentz ghostwriter, would be unstoppable. I fear it’d be crazy. Pete Wentz is your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper. I’m not gonna lie to you. So, first things first. My favorite lyric by Fall Out Boy. Like, I say this every time. It never changes. It’s in, um, I think I’m Hallelujah. In I’m Hallelujah, I think he says, I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in a hospital. I love you in the same way that there’s a chapel in a hospital. Every time I think about that, I flip it in my mind in a different way. It’s. It’s one of the most beautiful lines of poetry. Succinct, potent. You know what I mean? Bottomless. That alone. That alone could win you a Newberry Prize. And the next two things aren’t, like, crazy, deep, rich, like, oh, poetically beautiful, but. But they’re just, like, hard things to say. Like. Like if I wrote that, If I was writing that down, I know the pen was smoking. That man said, you’re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have. You’re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have. Oh, another one off, um, off save rock and roll, bro. And end track, like, end track to the whole album. He said, I only plugged in to save rock and roll. Saying that after you just took, like, a five year hiatus, coming back and being like, I only plug. I only plugged into this motherfucker to save rock and roll. And that’s exactly what you did. That’s exactly what you did. Hard. The last one, last but not least, in this in, in, there’s a song called I Have All the ringing in my ears, but not on my fingers. And in that song, the man says, the truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you. Hear that again. The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you. Come on, man. That’s Elizabeth Beethan. That’s dense. That’s like, good writing. Like, that’s something you would hear in in die. In A interview with a vampire. Oh, I wish they would say something like that in interview with a vampire. Oh, dang, it’s good, man. Pete Wentz. Thank you for your service. I literally almost forgot one of my favorite ones. It’s in when’s. I literally think it’s, like, deeply Shakespearean. I think this Is deeply like a sonnet. You know what I’m saying? The. The verse starts, I’m a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one’s head. While all the others were just stirring awake. I’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again. Here it goes. My head’s in heaven, my souls are in hell. Let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well. I’m not gonna lie to you. You could literally slip that into a mid summer night’s dream. I wouldn’t even notice. I wouldn’t even notice. You could. You could literally slip that into Tempest, into Twelfth Night, Romeo and Juliet. Slip that into Romeo and Juliet, nobody would notice.