Bad Man

I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I've cried
Over that bad man?

Wrote over the love story he left on my body
With somebody else's hands
I'm still crying but I'm not sorry
No, I couldn't give a god damn about it now
I've washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go, he had to go
And he'd say the same, you know

I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man

I could tell you that I don't love him
But you know it'd be a lie
Doesn't mean I don't condemn him
And god damn him, he knows why
I've let it go, I've washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go, he had to go
And he'd say the same, you know

I wish he didn't have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I've cried
Over that bad man?