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?

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

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've 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?