Fall out boy lyric - music or the misery :: I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed, And 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 for grammar and sent them back. Its 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 band where I've never seen a heart i couldn't break. It was never about the songs, it...