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 yours
Because they've got me in a bad way
I've never seen a heart, baby I couldn't break
It was never about the songs, it was competition
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest scene
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.
I'm casually obsessed and I'm the best yet
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
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