[Verse 1]

Pretty, but he don’t tell you about it

Winter scarves and skirts of velvet

Still drink just like we did in school

I passed your old house down by the cemetery

Club nights and university

When your friends sing ‘Born to Run’, baby, resist, because we were ‘Born to Drift’

[Chorus]

If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away

Just hold my hand for a little while

Misery never goes out of style

[Verse 2]

I see you sometimes in dreams I have, in your bra in the room you used to rent

Do you ever wish you could wake someone else?

And so I wrote down a list of coroners, their names, their office phone numbers

To pronounce dead the thing we had

In tombs, ex-boyfriends bedrooms

[Chorus x2]

If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away

Just hold my hand for a little while

Misery never goes out of style

[Bridge]

I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat

You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote

You are years ago

I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat

You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote

You are years ago

[Chorus x2]

If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away

Just hold my hand for a little while

Misery never goes out of style