Leather Jacket Lyrics - Anthem For A New Tomorrow - Screeching Weasel

I wanna tell you what's on my mind 

And 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 

And I'm getting used to the loneliness 

But even if you knew that you wouldn't care 

And 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 

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