I wanna tell you what`s on my mind
And i wanna bill you for wasted time
And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix
And wasted spit I left there upon your lips
I`m getting used to the fact you left
And I`m getting used to the loneliness
But even if you knew that you wouldn`t care
And now i sit and talk to an empty chair
And bang my head against the wall
And think up ways i should`ve told you to fuck off
But I won`t lose a bit of sleep
`Cause I know that you`re really just a creep
And I`ve got something that I`m gonna keep
Forever and ever and ever
Your leather jacket
