Pretty, but he don't tell you about it
Winter scarves and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I pa**ed your old house down by the cemetery
Club nights and university
When your friends sing ‘Born to Run', baby, resist, because we were ‘Born to Drift'
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If you could see the wreck I am these days, you'd have new reasons to stay away
Just hold my hand for a little while
Misery never goes out of style
I see you sometimes in dreams I have, in your bra in the room you used to rent
Do you ever wish you could wake someone else?
And so I wrote down a list of coroners, their names, their office phone numbers
To pronounce dead the thing we had
In tombs, ex-boyfriends bedrooms
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I'm your chipped nail paint. I'm the fabric of your coat
You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote
You are years ago
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