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 than 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

.

I'm sick and tired of I told you so.

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