So I tore (I tore) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex
And I tore all your pictures in two.
And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of you.

That's right (that's right); you ain't gonna see me crying.
I'm glad (I'm glad) that you found somebody new.
'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Then spend one more minute with you.

I guess I might feel kind of bitter.
You got me feeling down in the dumps.
'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the Gas Station of Love
And I have to use the self-service pumps.
Oh so, honey, let me help you with that suitcase.
You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two.
'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Then spend one more minute with you.

I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Then watch you going out with other men.
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yeah)
Again and again and again and again and again

Oh don't you see what I'm trying to say, darling,
I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches).
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two.
I'd rather clean all the bathrooms in Grand Central Station with my tongue
Then spend one more minute with you.

Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with Crazy Glue.
I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Then spend one more minute with you.

I'd rather rip my heart right out of my ribcage with my bare hands and then throw it on the floor and stop on it till I die.
Then spend one more minute...
With you.