Текст песни Fall Out Boy — The Music Or The Misery
I got my stitches stitched I've got my fixes fixed
And 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, music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Which came first, 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 clich