Populace In Two Lyrics - 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 Morrissey in my car 

I'm better off alone 

Than I would be in your arms 

Even if I spend 2004 listening 

To Morrissey in my car 

I'm better off alone 

Than 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