The Music Or The Misery (Limited "Black Clouds and Underdogs" Edition)

(álbum: From Under The Cork Tree - 2005)

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 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
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

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