Favourite Clothes

She took all my favourite clothes, She took all my favourite clothes yeah, She wore all my fancy shit, Then she ran away with yeah 6:45 and the sun’s going under And I’m still getting used to living alone Feels like a million years since November She hung me to dry she took more than my love She took all my favourite clothes, She took all my favourite clothes yeah, She wore all my fancy shit, Then she ran away with yeah, She took me for all I had, I don’t think she’s coming back She left me with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing Roaming around like a satellite does someone have something to do tonight someone get me out of my head tonight, don’t wanna die but if I had another life, then I’d do it all again cos I cos I left my soul in my shoes, so now I got nothing to lose She took all my favourite clothes, She took all my favourite clothes yeah, She wore all my fancy shit, Then she ran away with yeah, She took me for all I had, I don’t think she’s coming back She left me with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing Now I got these holes in my pockets and nothing can fill them I throw myself into the mosh pit, distract from the feeling I still hear your voice in the silence, so I try to run from he quiet You left me with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing, with nothing With nothing