[Verse 1]
Gm                          F
  I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed
Eb                 F
  In my aching head, I got my kisses slit
Gm           Bb                          Eb      F
  Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said
Gm                       F                      Eb             F
  I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back
     Gm              Bb                     Eb                      F
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head
[Pre-Chorus]
                 Eb         F            Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
                       Eb
Because they've got me in a bad way
     F            Gm
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
       Eb              F                  Gm      Eb Bb
It was never about the songs, it was competition
         Eb           F          Eb
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Gm F Eb F
Gm F Eb F
Gm
[Verse 2]
Gm                    Gm
  I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death
Gm                    Gm
  I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
Gm           Gm         Gm           Gm
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best
[Pre-Chorus]
                 Eb         F            Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
                       Eb
Because they've got me in a bad way
     F            Gm
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
       Eb              F                  Gm      Eb Bb
It was never about the songs, it was competition
         Eb           F          Eb
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...
[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Gm F Eb F
Gm F Eb F
[Bridge]
  Gm              F          Eb        F
I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud
   Gm                   F              Eb             F
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark
[Interlude]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Gm F Eb