Tuesday, May 18, 2010

"The Music or The Misery"

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,
Cause they 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,
Cause they 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.



Lately I've been thinking about seventh grade and how much I felt I a part of something that made me feel right.

Love,
Caitlyn

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