Screeching Weasel - Leather jacket

^C5 I wanna ^F5tell you^G5 what's on my ^C5mind And i wanna ^F5bill you^G5 for wasted ^C5time

And wasted ciga^F5rettes^G5 that quenched ^C5your fix And wasted spit I ^F5left there^G5 upon ^C5your lips

I'm getting ^F5used to^G5 the fact you ^C5left And I'm getting ^F5used to^G5 the loneliness

^C5But even if you ^F5knew that^G5 you wouldn't ^C5care And now i sit and ^F5talk to^G5 an empty ^F5chair

And ^G5bang my ^C5head against the wall And ^F5think up ^G5ways i ^C5should've told you to fuck ^F5off

^G5But ^C5I won't lose a bit of sleep 'Cause ^F5I ^G5know ^C5that you're really just a creep And ^F5I've ^G5got ^C5something that I'm gonna keep Fo^F5rever and ever ^G5and ever Your leather jacket C5 G5 C5