I like it    I don't like it

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 gonna 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, I can't

I can't stand losing

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, I can't

I can't stand losing


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, I can't

I can't stand losing

I can't stand losing you