Pretty, but he don't tell you 'bout it
Winter, scarfs and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I passed your old house
Down by the cemetery
Club nights in university
When your friends sing born to run, baby
Resist, cause we were born to drift

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

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 coroner's
Their names their office phone numbers
To pronounce dead the thing we had
In tombs, ex boyfriends' bedrooms

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

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

I'm your chipped nail paint
I'm the fabric of your coat
You are all I fear
You are words I never wrote

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

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

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