Party

Party

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.


So this is where you wanted to be,
And it's a Goddamned 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.


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.'


                                  - Keaton Henson