Populace In Two
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, (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,
[Refrão:]
Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew,
In short, this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you,
[x2]
Even if I spend 2004, listening to Morrisey in my car,
I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms,
[x2]
In your arms,
I'm better off alone, in your arms,
[refrão x4]
To unexpecting you, [x4]
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