records on the floor   giving back what's yours   remember us last weekend   dancing to the psychedellic verse   tried to tell myself   we could be alright   now it's me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight      so screen all the phone calls   put the chain on the front door   and if you see her tell her i don't live here anymore      driving the neighbors crazy   with after hours fight   everything makes more sense   thank god we broke it off that night   holding on to you   is like playing with broken glass   i'm fighting off the memories   and i'm living in the past      postcards in the drawer   pictures on the wall   the sound of your footseps   echoes down the hall   postcards in the drawer   pictures on the wall   the sound of your footseps   echoes down the hall   it sounds like a heartbeat   it's like a heartbeat   it's like a heartbeat, baby   and it's beating at me      so screen all the phone calls   put the chain on the front door   and if you see her tell her i don't live here anymore   so pull all the shades down   turn off the radio   and if you see her tell her i moved down to mexico