Spare me the details

My girlfriend, my dumb donut
went out to a party just the other night
but three hours later, and seven shots of jager
she was in the bedroom with another guy
And i don't really want to know
so don't tell me anymore
and i really don't want to hear
about her feet all up in the air
I'm not the one who acted like a ho
why must i be the one who has to know
i'm not the one who messed up big time
so spare me the details if you don't mind
Now i can understand
friends who want to tell me
think they're gonna help me open up my eyes
but the play-by-play
makes me want to lose it
every time you do it man it turns the knife
Now i don't need to hear
about the sounds they were making
and i don't need to hear
about how long it was taking
or how the walls they were shaking
Now lying in bed, wallowing in sorrow
missing the tomorrow that we could have had
running through my head, over and over
things i never told her now just make me sad
And it drives me insane
sitting with the vision
stuck with that image burned into my brain
and i feel so dumb
that i could ever trust her
while someone else fuc*** her
then walked away