Clementine - My Iron Lung

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