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 steals 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 steals 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.