Sheets

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song youll regret
Lord knows I dont want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets hes been in
Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
Ill 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 youll regret
Still you take him
Lord knows I dont want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets hes been in
Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
Ill share the trap that you have me in
(Still you sleep in the very sheets hes been in)