records on the floor
giving back what's yours
remember us last weekend
dancing to the psychedellic verse
tried to tell myself
we could be alright
now it's me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight

so screen all the phone calls
put the chain on the front door
and if you see her tell her i don't live here anymore

driving the neighbors crazy
with after hours fight
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 i'm living in the past

postcards in the drawer
pictures on the wall
the sound of your footseps
echoes down the hall
postcards in the drawer
pictures on the wall
the sound of your footseps
echoes down the hall
it sounds like a heartbeat
it's like a heartbeat
it's like a heartbeat, baby
and it's beating at me

so screen all the phone calls
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
turn off the radio
and if you see her tell her i moved down to mexico