[Verse 1] Pretty, but he don’t tell you about it Winter scarves and skirts of velvet Still drink just like we did in school I passed your old house down by the cemetery Club nights and university When your friends sing ‘Born to Run’, baby, resist, because we were ‘Born to Drift’
[Chorus] If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away Just hold my hand for a little while Misery never goes out of style
[Verse 2] I see you sometimes in dreams I have, in your bra in the room you used to rent Do you ever wish you could wake someone else? And so I wrote down a list of coroners, their names, their office phone numbers To pronounce dead the thing we had In tombs, ex-boyfriends bedrooms
[Chorus x2] If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away Just hold my hand for a little while Misery never goes out of style
[Bridge] I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote You are years ago
I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote You are years ago
[Chorus x2] If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away Just hold my hand for a little while Misery never goes out of styleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
