The Heat

Felt the air change when you left that night You're the song in my head; Maybe I'm a book you've already read An outgrown object. An obsolete device Well I hope you think better of me... I hope you think twice When you add your insult to my injury (Between the two of us, always thought they looked better on me) You creep in like the cold, slipping through my window Leaving me any which way that the wind blows Lips like a shipwreck keeping me in check But I know you're gonna leave when The Heat goes When The Heat goes out, you'll be right behind following along the same recursive lines... Creepin' like the cold, slipping out my window Leaving me any which way that the wind blows I know you're gonna leave when The Heat goes