Texty: Morphine. Claire.

Treat me wrong, Honey I don't care
You never liked me much anyways
You told me, "Meet you about half past eight"
You said you'd kill me if I was late, Claire

Oh, Claire

You drove me up and down the street
You used me up like gasoline
I still remember everything you said
That's the reason I had to say away from Claire

Oh Claire
Oh Claire

[Inaudible]
That's funny you know
I don't miss you at all, not even a little
You bitch
I still love you

I still remember seeing you sleep
All twisted up inside the sheets
And I still remember everything you said
Every time I hear your name, Claire

Oh Claire
Oh Claire
Claire