Leather Jacket - Joyce Manor

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 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