All I’ve got left of you
Is this dirty little hairpin
I keep it here in my back pocket
To remind me how you made me want to bash my head in

Don’t you call my number, call it one more time
I swear to god I’ll leave you cryin’ on that line
If you’re feeling brave enough, well, come around my door
I’ve got a bunch of scars and lonely for a few more

Dirty clothes and porno rags
Yeah, that’s all I ever left you
Gimme back my favorite pants
But you can keep the magazine, cuz you could learn a thing or two!

Don’t you call my number, call it one more time
I swear to god I’ll leave you cryin’ on that line
If you’re feeling brave enough, well, come around my door
I’ve got a bunch of scars and lonely for a few more

I ain’t movin’ on
I’ve given all I’ve got
I’m just movin’ in
To get a closer shot!