Leather Jacket - 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

Your leather jacket