Mexico - Brandtson

Records on the floor

I’m giving back whats yours

Remember us last weekend

Dancing to the Psychedelic Furs

I tried to tell myself

That we could be alright

Now it’s me and my

Cigarettes and alcohol tonight

So screen all the phone calls

And put the chain on the front door

And if you see her

Tell her I don’t live here anymore

Driving neighbors crazy

With after hour fights

Everything makes more sense

Thank God that we broke it off that night

Holding on to you

Is like playing with broken glass

I’m fighting off the memories

And all the living in the past

The post cards in the drawer

The pictures on the wall

The sound of little footsteps

That echo through the hall

The post cards in the drawer

The pictures on the wall

The sound of little footsteps

That echo through the hall

Sound like a heart beat

It’s like a heart beat

It’s like a heart break beat

And it’s beating out of me

So screen all the phone calls

And 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

And turn off the radio

And if you see her

Tell her I moved down to Mexico