parallels between fall out boy lyrics and pete wentz's livejournal /petekey references

i'm writing this mostly for myself okay don't mind it. i just need something to re-read when i'm sad and want to wallow in my own sorrow. these are just my favorite parts from the petekey masterdoc on tumblr.

of course, the iconic july 4th entry:

July 4, 2005

your number one with a bullet:

i love the way you have with me.

i love william beckett. like a boy loves a boy.

i love this one girl. she makes me swoon.

i love your tired eyes trying to keep up with us on stage.

i love the way youre gonna make me an honest man.

and im kinda easy on the eyes sometimes, right?

i love being up at 9 am.

i love the night.

i love living forever.

i love summer.

i am loving this.

and you and everything.

you cant miss me, baby boy, we’re doing big things.

thanks for always being the bestfriends and fans we could ever have.

- petey

OH MY GOD I FEEL SICK UGYSHUEHUI. okay moving on, let's talk about these lyrics from Fourth of July since we're on the subject

I'll be as honest as you'll let me
I miss your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite what if
You are my best I'll never know
And I'm starting to forget
Just what summer ever meant to you
What did it ever mean to you? 

It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom too

I wish I'd known how much you loved me
I wish I cared enough to know
I'm sorry every song's about you
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love

THIS ENTIRE SONG IS. UGH. I AM SORRY EVERY SONG'S ABOUT YOU??? REALLY?? 

July 19, 2005

wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you.

petey

That first part is the beginning of Bang the Doldrums (which is one of my all time fave fob songs <3). 

And I cast a spell over the West
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist

(note that pete wentz called himself "gay above the waist")

This lyric also connects to something he wrote on his livejournal on july 08 2006. this entry makes me tear up every time:

the fraternal order of the handsome boy.

saturday, july 08, 2006

ive been watching you from afar.my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding.”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known.love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me.late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on youto make you think of me the very same way i think of you.i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them.fireworks over the valley.how can i tell you i gut people for a living.that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history.over and over again.how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else.how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught.that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you.that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care.youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away.the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct.my head cant keep up.i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden.i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you.”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….”i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.

posted by xo @ 3:25 PM

I FEEL NAUSEOUS. HOW CAN I TELL YOU THAT EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS LIKELY TO END UP AS EVIDENCE WHEN I REWRITE HISTORY. GOD.

i am going to stop here for now. i'll probably update and add more stuff later. i don't think anyone will read this but whatever bye bye!!