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.