Leather Jacket

i wanna tell you

what's on my mind

and i wanna bill you

for wasted time

and wasted cigarettes that

quenched your fix

and wasted spit i left there

upon your lips

i'm getting used to

the fact you left

and i'm getting used to

the loneliness

but even if you knew that

you wouldn't care

and now i sit and talk to

an empty chair

and bang my head against the wall and think up

ways i should've 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've got something

that i'm gonna keep forever

and ever and ever your leather jacket