there's a red stain on the jacket.
it doesn't leave much to imagine, does it?
maybe it's just a sauvignon
or maybe ink from a leaky pen.
but i don't think we will ever be friends again.
hey! hey! hey!
hey! hey! hey!
there's a red stain on the jacket.
i guess i never should have worn it, when you
told me we should give it a rest,
that we'd never find happiness.
and then you ripped the beating heart from my chest.
hey! hey! hey!
hey! hey! hey!
i'm not the only one.
i'm not the only one anymore.
i know that i'm not the only one.
i'm not the only one anymore.
there's a red stain on the jacket.
it doesn't leave much to imagine, does it?
and maybe with soap and turpentine,
and maybe with bleach and gasoline,
well i can scrub until, well i can scrub until
the stain comes clean.
i'm not the only one.
i'm not the only one anymore.
i know that i'm not the only one.
i'm not the only one anymore.