Sheets

'Cause he's still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret Still you take him, Lord knows I don't want to compete Still I sleep in the very sheets he's been in Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke, it steals your soul You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie Send him back, I won't share the trap that you have me in Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest? A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret Still you take him, Lord knows I don't want to compete Still I sleep in the very sheets he's been in Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke, steals your soul You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie Send him back, I won't share the trap that you have me in (Still I sleep in the very sheets he's been in)