Your memories will always
haunt me like a ghost
to put it nicely i hope you choke
a poet of sorts but i'm not enough
to give you an eyesore
it's hard to swallow
with your hands around my throat
i'm sick and tired of, 'i told you so'
you can call me at home
but i know better
than to answer the phone
when people ask about
the last time that we spoke
i let the stitches do the talking
for the most part
and i leave out how you threw
a lamp through my front window
just burn the photographs
and bury all the pages that we knew
in short this is a long goodbye
to unexpecting you
just burn the photographs
and bury all the pages that we knew
in short this is a long goodbye
to unexpecting you
even if i spend 2004 listening
to morrisey in my car
i'm better off alone
than i would be in your arms
even if i spend 2004 listening
to morrisey in my car
i'm better off alone
yhan i would be in your arms
Just burn the photographs
and bury all the pages that we knew
in short this is a long goodbye
to unexpecting you