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
Oh
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
Oh
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