You broke the sharp part off your pen
And scratched my name into your arm
And in the bathroom, took a picture
Of it next to your dad's gun
And Alexandra made me promise
I'd tell her if you made a threat
But I don't think you knew the difference
When you cradled me and said

No one's gonna love you
Like I do, like I do
No one's gonna love you
Like I do, like I do
Like I do, like I do, like I do