the music or the misery, part I

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 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. 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. 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.