Texty: Playing With Matches. Black And White And Red All Over.

And I'm sure every jukebox on that east coast has heard these haunting notes
Of what we used to call our song
I'm sure every ashtray holds the memory of broken hearts and severed ties
But I know the truth because bathroom walls don't lie

And this noose is chaffing the skin around my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope
And this noose is chaffing the skin around my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope

Cause I've been reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find stories about how you have gone for good
Yeah, I've been reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find a story about how you have gone for, for good

And I'm sure every long night on that east coast erases the piano's haunting notes
And the choruses of what we used to call our song
And I'm sure every long night distorts your memory, you'll forget me before long
I hope you swim out to sea with your best pair of cement shoes on

And this noose is chaffing the skin around my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope
Cause this noose is chaffing the skin around my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope

Reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find a story about how you have gone for good
I've been reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find a story about how you have gone for, for good
With hopes I'll never see your face again

And this noose is chaffing the skin around my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope
And this noose is chaffing the skin right off my throat
Make it loose and say goodbye to the end of my rope

Reading these headlines hoping someday that I'll find a story about how you have gone for, for good
I've been reading these headlines hoping that I'll stories about how you have gone for good
With hopes I'll never see your face again