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'

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 2004 Listening

To Morrisey In My Car

I'm Better Off Alone

Than I Would Be In Your Arms

Even If I Spend 2004 Listening

To Morrisey In My Car

I'm Better Off Alone

Yhan I Would Be In Your Arms


Just Burn The Photographs

And Bury All The Pages That We Knew

In Short This Is A Long Goodbye

To Unexpecting You