Records on the floor.

I'm giving back whats 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 phone calls

and put the chain on the front door.

and if you see her

tell her I don't live here anymore.



Driving neighbors crazv

with after hour fights

everything makes more sense

thank God that 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 post cards in the drawer

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

It's like a heart break beat

and it's beating out of me.



So screen all the phone calls

and put the chain on the front door.

and if vou see her

tell her I don.t live here anymore.



So pull all the shades down

and turn off the radio.

and if you see her

tell her I moved down to Mexico.