Leather Jacket - Joyce Manor
In your new leather jacket you're somebody else
And it's not nice to meet you
in a fortress of self
Thanks to your new leather jacket
we're nobodies now
Pack of cigarettes, I empty out
I miss the way we talked before
you went away to school
Now all you seem to say is "baby,
how could it be you?"
I hate the way you're leaning,
you're looking at your phone
I hate the way
I feel like dying when I'm all alone
In your new leather jacket you're somebody else
And it's not nice to meet you in a fortress of self
Thanks to your new leather jacket
we're nobodies now
Pack of cigarettes, I empty out
