She was fading,
couldn't save her with my cursing at the laughing lord in his golden chair.
she said "leave me alone boy, can't you see i'm dying here?"
and the chapel was as empty as the bust station on sunday
and she was sad in her rented gown.
and the preacher had stock quotes hiding behind our wedding notes,
and his shares were going down.

but i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.
i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.

so i stole her sunflowers hour before the service,
she was nervous and i was broke.
and i couldn't be seen
as i slipped between some warm jim beam
and my petticoat.
didn't hear from her family,
they were somewhere between san fran and san antone.
oh sweet lord had his mercy when he cursed me with a woman
and i was damn sure happy being alone.

i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.
i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.

i didn't have the courage to tell her i was nervous
and i was worthless to the bone.
she was laughing like a siren through the service
cos she knew that i hated being alone.
baby was a bruiser
but she was the only girl
she was the only girl i had ever known.

i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.
i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.
i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.
i can't stop loving you baby,
but i can't stop hating myself.