Old Haunts

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all along you knew my story, didn't you And all night long I carried yours Your blood was mixed wine and robbery, baby And left us always wanting more So don't sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And God help the man who says If you'd have known me when Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts Cherry bomb, your love is surgery Removing what you don't regard And every breath felt like a funeral, baby While you were packing up your car And with the window down I hear your tired mouth You borrowed everything And wore all your old welcomes out And shame on you, my love You sold your youth away Memories are sinking ships That never would be saved So don't sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And God help the man who says If you'd have known me when Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts And shame, shame, shame, shame on you You kept your mind and heart and youth Just like a tomb And shame, shame, shame, shame on you You kept your mind and heart and youth Just like a tomb And don't sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go So God help the man who says If you'd have known me when Old haunts are for all those ghosts And don't sing me your songs about the good times Those days are gone and you should just let them go And God help the man who says If you'd have known me when God help the man who says If you'd have known me when God help this man who says My baby, if you'd have known me when Old haunts are all we've ever known