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