I'm sorry
Can't make your party
I'll be busy burning
And I'm afraid
I'd kill your lover
While your back was turned
So this is where you wanted to be
And it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me
And I can't see your face anymore
But if I could, it wouldn't look like before
Look like
The thought of your hands
On his chest
Makes my stomach itch
And I see pictures now
Of the two of you
And it makes me sick
And damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
You
