كلمات 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 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 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 But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and 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 you sleep in the very sheets he's been in)