Clementine letra

My blood is boiling up
right to the back of my eyes
Too many knots in my throat
I couldn't speak if I tried
I wouldn't know what to say
Congratulations
I guess

That means no more phone calls
Or "I love you, goodnight,"
And I'm glad you moved North
So I won't hear you're doing alright
Three years of my life
The best years of my life
Now I feel like Joel Barish, need you erased from my mind.
Need you erased from my mind.

My Iron Lung - Letras

• Broken Homes
• Clementine
• Commonwealth
• Conflict On Interest
• Day Dream
• Family Traits
• Friends And Faded Flames
• Grand Scheme
• Hard Season
• Here's To The Collaborative Efforts Made By All Things Under The Sun
• In Defense Of Drowning
• June
• Late Bloomers, Early Caskets
• Monument
• Save For A Pocket Of Warmth
• Where She Left Her Ghost