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