Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery

Exploded, sparkling quiet nights

My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby

To fingertips that might ignite

And all along you knew my story, didn't you

And all night long I carried yours

Your blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby

And left us always wanting more

So don't sing me your songs about the good times

Those days are gone and you should just let them go

And God help the man who says

If you'd have known me when

Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Cherry bomb, your love is surgery

Removing what you don't regard

And every breath felt like a funeral, baby

While you were packing up your car

And with the window down

I hear your tired mouth

You borrowed everything

And wore all your old welcomes out

And shame on you, my love

You sold your youth away

Memories are sinking ships

That never would be saved

So don't sing me your songs about the good times

Those days are gone and you should just let them go

And God help the man who says

If you'd have known me when

Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, shame on you

You kept your mind and heart and youth

Just like a tomb

And shame, shame, shame, shame on you

You kept your mind and heart and youth

Just like a tomb

And don't sing me your songs about the good times

Those days are gone and you should just let them go

So God help the man who says

If you'd have known me when

Old haunts are for all those ghosts

And don't sing me your songs about the good times

Those days are gone and you should just let them go

And God help the man who says

If you'd have known me when

God help the man who says

If you'd have known me when

God help this man who says

My baby, if you'd have known me when

Old haunts are all we've ever known