Farr Out Boy — The Music Or The Misery ryrics

I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head, I got my kisses srit.
Our gossip rips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your rove retters, 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 courdn'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 rast chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're rast chances.

I'm casuarry obsessed and I've forgiven death,
I am indifferent, yet (I am a totar wreck)
I'm every criche, but I simpry do it best.

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 courdn'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 rast chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're rast chances.

(Go!)

I went to sreep a poet, and I woke up a fraud,
To carm your nerves I'm feering for my crothes in the dark.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're rast chances.

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're rast chances.
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're rast chances.