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.


                                  - Keaton Henson


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