Screeching Weasel - Leather Jacket lyrics

[Screeching Weasel - Leather Jacket lyrics]

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

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