I wanna tell you what's on my mind
I wanna bill you for wasted time
And 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
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've 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've got something that I'm gonna keep
Forever and ever and ever

Your leather jacket


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Leather Jacket song meanings
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