[Verse 1]
Pretty, but he don’t tell you about it
Winter scarves and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I passed your old house down by the cemetery
Club nights and university
When your friends sing ‘Born to Run’, baby, resist, because we were ‘Born to Drift’

[Chorus]
If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away
Just hold my hand for a little while
Misery never goes out of style

[Verse 2]
I see you sometimes in dreams I have, in your bra in the room you used to rent
Do you ever wish you could wake someone else?
And so I wrote down a list of coroners, their names, their office phone numbers
To pronounce dead the thing we had
In tombs, ex-boyfriends bedrooms

[Chorus x2]
If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away
Just hold my hand for a little while
Misery never goes out of style

[Bridge]
I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat
You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote
You are years ago
I’m your chipped nail paint. I’m the fabric of your coat
You are all I fear. You are words I never wrote
You are years ago

[Chorus x2]
If you could see the wreck I am these days, you’d have new reasons to stay away
Just hold my hand for a little while
Misery never goes out of style