Populace In Two

Your Memories Will Always Haunt Me Like A Ghost
To Put It Nicely I Hope You Choke
A Poet Of Sorts But I'm Not Enough
To Give You An Eyesore
Its Hard To Swallow
With Your Hands Around My Throat
I'm Sick And Tired Of I Told You So
You Can Call Me At Home
But I Know Better Than To Answer The Phone
When People Ask About
The Last Time That We Spoke
I Let The Stitches Do The Talking For The Most, Part
And I Leave Out How You Threw
A Lamp Through My Front Window

Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You
Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You

Even If I Spend 2004
Listening To Morrisey In My Car
I'm Better Off Alone
Than I Would Be In Your Arms
Even If I Spend 2004
Listening To Morrisey In My Car
I'm Better Off Alone
Than I Would Be In Your Arms
In Your Arms
I'm Better Off Alone
[I'm Better Off Alone]

Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You
Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You

Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You
Just Burn The Photographs
And Bury All The Pages That We Knew
In Short
This Is A Long Goodbye To Unexpecting You

To Unexpecting You
To Unexpecting You
[Just Burn The Photographs]
To Unexpecting You
[Bury The Memories]
To Unexpecting You.