I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man
Wrote over the love story he left on my body
With somebody else's hands
I'm still crying, but I'm not sorry
No, I couldn't give a God damn about it now
I've washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go
He had to go
And he'd say the same, you know
I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I've cried
Over that bad man?
I could tell you that I don't love him
But you know it'd be a lie
Doesn't mean I don't condemn him
And God damn him, he knows why
I let it go, I've washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go
He had to go
And he'd say the same, you know
I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I've cried
Over that bad man?