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)