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'
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 
Yhan I would be 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