Felt the air change when you left that night
You're the song in my head; Maybe I'm a book you've already read
An outgrown object. An obsolete device
Well I hope you think better of me...
I hope you think twice
When you add your insult to my injury
(Between the two of us, always thought they looked better on me)
You creep in like the cold, slipping through my window
Leaving me any which way that the wind blows
Lips like a shipwreck keeping me in check
But I know you're gonna leave when The Heat goes
When The Heat goes out, you'll be right behind following along the same recursive lines...
Creepin' like the cold, slipping out my window
Leaving me any which way that the wind blows
I know you're gonna leave when The Heat goes