Populace in two

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 [x2] Even if I spend 2004 listening to Morrisey in my car I'm better off alone than I would be in your arms [x2] 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 [x2] Just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew In short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you [x2] To unexpecting you To unexpecting you (Just burn the photographs) To unexpecting you (Bury your memories) To unexpecting you