Hand Of God lyrics - Fall Out Boy

Been gone more days this year than I have been home

Trading friends for trips to the coast

This hotel room feels more like a tomb

Been gone more days this year than I have been home

Trading friends for trips to the coast

This hotel room feels more like a tomb

It's not gossip if it's the truth

I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it, the boy who writes the songs

Or the boy who's in them

Who's the girl?

Is this truth, or is he writing fiction

Hand over my heart, gun to my head

I swear to God I'm through with this

I am the worst liar I know

It's not gossip if it's the truth

I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it, the boy who writes the songs

Or the boy who's in them

Who's the girl?

Is this truth, or is he writing fiction

Which is it, the boy who writes the songs

Or the boy who's in them

Who's the girl?

Is this truth, or is he writing fiction

(So which is it?)

So which is it, which is it (So which is it?)

(So which is it?)

So which is it, which is it (So which is it?)

(So which is it?)

So which is it, which is it (So which is it?)

(So which is it?)

So which, which is it

Who's the girl

Is this truth, or is he writing fiction

(Is he writing fiction?)

Which is it, the boy who writes the songs

Or the boy who's in them

Who's the girl?

Is this truth, or is he writing fiction

(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)

(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)