Sheets

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest? A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret Lord knows I don't want to compete But I still sleep in the very sheets he's 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 I'll 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 But I still sleep in the very sheets he's 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 I'll share the trap that you have me in (Still you sleep in the very sheets he's been in)