| Can't Stand Losing You |
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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 bother'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 on 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 you head
I guess you'd call it suicide
but I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't stand losing you
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