Your memories will always
haunt me like a ghost
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
A poet of sorts
but 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
two thousand four
listening to
Morrissey in my car
I'm better off alone
than I would be
in your arms
Even if I spend
two thousand four
listening to
Morrissey in my car
I'm better off alone
than I would be
in your arms
In your arms
I'm better of alone
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
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
To unexpecting you
To unexpecting you
Just burn the photographs
To unexpecting you
Bury the memories
Yeah to unexpecting you