Lyrics:

I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,

In my aching heads I got my kisses slipped.

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-fashioned, we're last chances.

Which came first, the music or the misery?

We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.



I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death,

I am indifferent yet (I'm 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-fashioned, we're last chances.

Which came first, the music or the misery?

We're high-fashioned, 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-fashioned, we're last chances.



Which came first, the music or the misery?

We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.

Which came first, the music or the misery?

We're high-fashioned, we're last chances.