Leather Jacket

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