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 You
