“My emo ass is shook.”
If you were alive in 2005, you probably sang “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” at the top of your lungs at least a few times.
Including screaming, “THE POOR GROOM’S BRIDE IS A WHORE” as loud as possible, as was required.
But what if I were to tell you you’ve been singing the lyrics wrong this WHOLE. FREAKING. TIME?!?!?!