Pretty, but he don't tell you about it

Winter scarves and skirts of velvet

Still drink just like we did in school

I passed your old house down by the cemetery

Club nights and 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 coroners

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.