I wanna tell you what's on my mind
I wanna bill you for wasted time
Wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix
And wasted spit I left there upon your lips

I'm getting used to the fact you left
I'm getting used to the loneliness
But even if you knew that, you wouldn't care
Now I sit and talk to an empty chair

And bang my head against the wall
And think up ways i should have 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 got something that I'm gonna keep forever
And ever and ever
Your leather jacket