Verse
Gm F Eb
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
F Gm
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit.
F Eb F
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
Gm F Eb F
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
Gm F Eb F
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.
Pre-Chorus
Eb F Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Eb F Gm
Because they've got me in a bad way I've never seen a heart I couldn't break.
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Eb F Gm
It was never about the songs, it was competition.
Eb F Gm F
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
Chorus
Bb F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Gm Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
Bb F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
Gm Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
