In your new leather jacket you're somebody else
And it's not nice to meet you in a fortress of self
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, and 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
Pack of cigarettes, I empty out
Writer(s): Kurt Glen Walcher, Matthew Thomas Ebert, Chase A Knobbe, Barry Joseph Johnson
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