A found poem made up of Fall Out Boy song titles

It’s hard to say ‘I do’ when I don’t.
My heart is the worst kind of weapon. American made,
America’s suitehearts. My hearts beating, you’re screaming
You’re crashing but you are no wave.
I’ve got all this ringing in my ears but none on my fingers.
I don’t care.
From now on
we are enemies.
Thnks fr th mmrs.