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