We were bearing down on you   A testament to all the hell I put you through   Now your wedding bells    And bowery maids   The roses in your wedding braids   Your cheap invitation   There was a woman all in white   Just a chord in a song    That I'd been meaning to finish   Stuffed beneath your presents    And written in your minutes   I can't forget it   Only when you glow I know    I'm lonely   I'm gonna break   I was your slave   I was your slave   When I see you lie awake    In your secondhand grave    I'll lie along the side of you    And die along the side of you   I'm just like the others    And I tend to bother you   It's me, it's me that you love    Don't you get it?    Just admit it   It's me, it's me that you love    Don't you get it?    Just admit it