In your new leather jacket you're somebody else And it's not nice to meet you in a fortress of self Thanks to your new leather jacket we're nobodies now 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 Thanks to your new leather jacket we're nobodies now Pack of cigarettes, I empty out
