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Leather JacketIn 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. |