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 shamed 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
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love