The music or the misery

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 band where 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 casualty-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 band where 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 and the door.

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.