I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
True romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

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 scene

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’m every cliche, but I simply do it best.


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.

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.

Anonymous asked: do you regret doing/not doing something this year?

yeah of course