From First To Last - Populace In Two lyrics

rate me

Your memories will always haunt me like a ghost

To put it nicely I hope you choke

A poet of sorts but not enough, to give you an eyesore

Its 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, than I would be in your arms

In your arms,

I'm better off alone (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

Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew

In short, this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you

(Instrumental)

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

To unexpecting you

To unexpecting you

(Just burn the photographs)

To unexpecting you

(Bury the memories)

To unexpecting you