When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be just like the end of the world
In the eyes, minds and hearts of teenage girls

When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be just like the last of my weed
Something I hold onto tightly to keep me through the boring night
It came to me in headphone sight

The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?

When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be a dark day indeed
It'll be just like the time you mistook what you want for what you need
When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
All our structure will crumble and we'll tumble on down to our knees
I never knew how many ways there were for someone to say please

The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?

When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
We will age 30 years in a matter of seconds
It seems that sometimes the freaks
Have better beliefs than you think and the dreams are so sweet
Oh, when Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It will be just like a nuclear apocalypse
And all the fallout seeped into our homes
And kissed us on the lips

The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?