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 dont 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