I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's going to kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice

but i'm not prepared to go and like this



I can't stand losing you...



I see you've sent my letters back

And my LP records and they're all scratched

I can't see the point in another day

When nobody listens to a word I say



You can call it lack of confidence

But to carry on living doesn't make no sense



I can't stand losing you...



I guess this is our last goodbye

And you don't care so I won't cry

But you'll be sorry when I'm dead

And all this guilt will be on your head



I guess you'd call it suicide

But I'm too full to swallow my pride



I can't stand losing you...