Police Can't Stand Losing You
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