my cigarettes and alcohol tonight.

Records on the floor.


I'm giving back whats yours


remember us last weekend


dancing to the psychedelic furs.




I tried to tell myself


that we could be alright.


now it's me and my


cigarettes and alcohol tonight.




So screen all the phone calls


and put the chain on the front door.


and if you see her


tell her I don't live here anymore.




Driving neighbors crazv


with after hour fights


everything makes more sense


thank God that we broke it off that night.




Holding on to you


is like playing with broken glass.


I'm fighting off the memories


and all the living in the past.




The post cards in the drawer


The pictures on the wall.


The sound of little footsteps


that echo through the hall.




sound like a heart beat.


It's like a heart beat


It's like a heart break beat


and it's beating out of me.




So screen all the phone calls


and put the chain on the front door.


and if vou see her


tell her I don.t live here anymore.




So pull all the shades down


and turn off the radio.


and if you see her


tell her I moved down to Mexico.

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