Misery 歌词

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 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 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 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 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 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