מילים לשיר Populace In Two – From First To Last

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
when people ask about the last time that we spoke
you can call me at home but i know better than to answer the phone
and I leave out how you threw the lamp through my front window
I let the stiches do the talking for the most part just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
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 than i would be in your arms In your arms
Im better off alone 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 in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you
just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew
to unexpecting you (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 to unexpecting you (to unexpecting you)just burn the photographs.