Mexico
Brandston
Records on the floor,
I'm giving back what's yours.
Remember us last weekend dancing to the Psychedelic Furs.
I tried to tell myself that we could be alright.
Now it's me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight.
So screen all the calls
And put the chain on the front door,
And if you see her,
Tell her I don't live here anymore.
Driving neighbors crazy with after hour fights
Everything makes more sense
Thank God we broke it off that night.
Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass.
I'm fighting off the memories
And all the living in the past.
The postcards in the drawer
And the pictures on the wall.
The sound of little footsteps
That echo through the hall.
Sound like a heart beat.
It's like a heart beat,
And it's beating out of me.
So screen all the phone calls
And put the chain on the front door,
And if you see her,
Tell her I don't live here anymore.
So pull all the shades down
And turn off the radio.
If you see her,
Tell her I moved down to Mexico.
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