I can’t seem To feel the envy I should feel Or maybe I don’t need The sour side Of love
I don’t care his breath is in your hair I don’t care his skin is still between The still-warm fold of your sheets Send him away
I don’t need To claim or own you Or maybe I would like to But I need Whatever side Of love Is there
I don’t care his breath is in your hair I don’t care his skin is still between The still-warm fold of your sheets From the fold of your sheets Send him away