Back To Prom Letra

But you went home with Tom Ripley

Throw the guy a meat bone, put him on a train
That's the way it should end
Living on the outskirts, 40 miles away
Where the lonely road ends
Where The guitar gangsters sing

Forever and ever, even today and after
I still believe you can hear me
Believer, deceiver, the question lies beneath the letter I wrote you in late May

(Thanks to Tichga for these lyrics)