I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed In my aching head, I got my kisses slit Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said I got your love letters, corrected the grammar And sent them back It’s true, romance is dead I shot it in the chest, then in the head
And if you wanna go down in history Then I’m your prince Because they’ve got me in a bad way I’ve never seen a heart I couldn’t break It was never about the songs It was competition Make the biggest scene Make the biggest
Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances
I’m casually obsessed and I’ve forgiven death I am indifferent yet, I am a total wreck I’m every cliche But I simply do it best
And if you wanna go down in history Then I’m your prince Because they’ve got me in a bad way I’ve never seen a heart I couldn’t break It was never about the songs It was competition Make the biggest scene Make the biggest
Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances
Go! I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud To calm your nerves, I’m feeling for my clothes in the dark
Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances Which came first, the music or the misery? We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances