I wanna be your Joy Division t-shirt
Throw me on in the morning
I wanna be your rose tattoo
So I'm always stuck to you
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Bring me back to the first night we spent in your room
And watch it play out as you stare at the moon
As we sit on your bed and listen to Thursday
You're speaking poetry I never thought that you could make
I wanna be your red leather jacket
As you smoke an American Spirit
Constant head rush
For the both of us
Except I'm tired of being used by everybody
Just wanna know that I'm worth more than money
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Saw you hanging out in the shade
I'll always be your bad grade
The Gettysburg Address - Red Leather Jacket Lyrics
The Gettysburg Address - Red Leather Jacket Lyrics
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I wanna be your Joy Division t-shirt
Throw me on in the morning
I wanna be your rose tattoo
So I'm always stuck to you
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Bring me back to the first night we spent in your room
And watch it play out as you stare at the moon
As we sit on your bed and listen to Thursday
You're speaking poetry I never thought that you could make
I wanna be your red leather jacket
As you smoke an American Spirit
Constant head rush
For the both of us
Except I'm tired of being used by everybody
Just wanna know that I'm worth more than money
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Saw you hanging out in the shade
I'll always be your bad grade
Throw me on in the morning
I wanna be your rose tattoo
So I'm always stuck to you
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Bring me back to the first night we spent in your room
And watch it play out as you stare at the moon
As we sit on your bed and listen to Thursday
You're speaking poetry I never thought that you could make
I wanna be your red leather jacket
As you smoke an American Spirit
Constant head rush
For the both of us
Except I'm tired of being used by everybody
Just wanna know that I'm worth more than money
Did you ever consider me in your life in the same way I thought of you in mine
Saw you hanging out in the shade
I'll always be your bad grade
Writer: Noah Sullivan, Rob Lenza
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