Fall Out Boy - What a Catch, Donnie: chords

A       E
I got troubled thoughts
         F#m            E
And the self-esteem to match
        D  A         Bm   E
What a catch, what a catch

 A            E
You'll never catch us
         F#m     E
So just let me be
              D
Said I'll be fine
               E                   F#m E
Till the hospital or American Embassy
       D        E                F#m
Miss Flack said I still want you back
             D        E                F#m
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

Chorus:
F     C/E
I got troubled thoughts
         Dm             C
And the self-esteem to match
        A# F/A        Gm  C
What a catch, what a catch
                F
And all I can think of
C/E                Dm
Is the way I'm the one
                C
Who charmed the one
            A#    F/A
Who gave up on you
            Gm    C
Who gave up on you

They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

Chorus

        C#m
What a catch
        D
What a catch
        E
What a catch
       F#m
What a catch

A       E                 F#m
I will never end up like him
           E               D
Behind my back, I already am
                   A               Bm       E
Keep a calendar, this way you will always know

Chorus

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it...

Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are
the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me...

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race...

One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories,
even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you
Only sweeter...

Growing up
Growing up...
[Outro: Patrick Stump]
I got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch