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 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