Joyce Manor - Leather Jacket

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 all alone

I just love the way he belts out the lyrics.