What'd I bother you, to know his hands have been all over you?
And what'd I bother you, to know I'll run to him next time you leave?
You hit the road and disappear and leave me here
I'm not sure what you're doin' out there
Or who you're doin' it with
Well, probably at some sweet hotel with some groovy ***
But what the hell, maybe there's a song that I tell myself
When I write my notes down, he's back and he kisses me on my neck
He fills me, but he kills me
Such a bittersweet passion pain
I want my mind not to scream your name out
Baby, I feel everything, but guilty
And what'd I bother you, to know he drinks your seven comfort when you're gone?
And what'd I bother you, to know he picks up your guitar and plays your songs?
Oh, yes, he does
And I wear your fancy shirt to bed, imagine I'm with you instead
But you're not here, no, you're never here
Or you're probably at the back of your bus, satisfying your one-night lust
Or maybe there's a song that I tell myself
When I write my notes down, he's back and he kisses me on my neck
He fills me, but he kills me
It's a bittersweet passion pain
I want my mind not to scream your name out
Baby, I feel everything, but guilty
What'd I bother you, to know he says he's in love with me?
When I write my notes down, he's back and he kisses me on my neck
He fills me, but he kills me
It's a bittersweet passion pain
I want my mind not to scream your name out
Baby, I feel everything, but guilty
What'd I bother you
What'd I bother you