Parents got divorced when I was, uh, five years old
And I saw my father about three times a year after that
And when he found out that he had cancer, he decided to
To bring me here and he gives me this big pink seashell
And he says to me, "Son, the answers are all inside of this"
And I'm all, "What?"
And then I realize, I realize that
The shell's empty, there's no point to any of this, it's all just a
A random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes
So I take pleasure in the detail
You know a, a Quarter Pounder with cheese
Those are good
The sky about ten minutes before it started to rain
A moment where your laughter becomes a cackle
And I sit back
And I ride my own melt
The Pink Seashell Video (MV)
Performed By: Fall Out Boy
From Album: So Much (for) Stardust
Written by: Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump
Year: 2023
Fall Out Boy - The Pink Seashell Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Parents got divorced when I was, uh, five years old
And I saw my father about three times a year after that
And when he found out that he had cancer, he decided to
To bring me here and he gives me this big pink seashell
And he says to me, "Son, the answers are all inside of this"
And I'm all, "What?"
And then I realize, I realize that
The shell's empty, there's no point to any of this, it's all just a
A random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes
So I take pleasure in the detail
You know a, a Quarter Pounder with cheese
Those are good
The sky about ten minutes before it started to rain
A moment where your laughter becomes a cackle
And I sit back
And I ride my own melt
And I saw my father about three times a year after that
And when he found out that he had cancer, he decided to
To bring me here and he gives me this big pink seashell
And he says to me, "Son, the answers are all inside of this"
And I'm all, "What?"
And then I realize, I realize that
The shell's empty, there's no point to any of this, it's all just a
A random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes
So I take pleasure in the detail
You know a, a Quarter Pounder with cheese
Those are good
The sky about ten minutes before it started to rain
A moment where your laughter becomes a cackle
And I sit back
And I ride my own melt
Writer: Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
