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 going to kill me and he's six foot ten

I guess you'd call it cowardice

But I'm not prepared to go on like this

(chorus) I can't stand losing you

I see you 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

(chorus) I can't stand losing you

I guess this is our last good-bye

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'd guess you'd call it suicide

But I'm too full to swallow my pride

(chorus) I can't stand losing you