My Iron Lung - Clementine lyrics

My blood is boiling up Right to the back of my eyes Too many knots in my throat I couldn't speak if I tried I wouldn't know what to say Congratulations I guess That means no more phone calls Or "I love you, goodnight," And I'm glad you moved North So I won't hear you're doing alright Three years of my life The best years of my life Now I feel like Joel Barish, need you erased from my mind Need you erased from my mind