[Verse 1]

I wanna tell you what's on my mind

I wanna bill you for wasted time

Wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix

And wasted spit I left there upon your lips

[Verse 2]

I'm getting used to the fact you left

I'm getting used to the loneliness

Even if you knew that, you wouldn't care

Now I sit and talk to an empty chair

[Outro]

And bang my head against the wall

And think up ways I should have 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 got something that I'm gonna keep forever and ever and ever

Your leather jacket