Cotton Sheets
Now I find myself
at your door
11:04
feeling torn
to my core...
telling myself run
before he comes.
The streetlight blinks off and on
but I just stay,
my heart has gained weight
and I just keep saying
I'm crazy, I'm crazy.
And suddenly,
you're in front of me
looking like you, just asleep.
I say I just thought you should know
I don't think about you anymore.
I just wonder about the key to your door.
I have more keys than I know what they're for.
Why couldn't just one of them be yours?
I don't think about you with me.
I'm just jealous of your cotton sheets
and how they get to hold you when you sleep.
You're outta my head,
yeah.
You're not on my mind,
no.
You're outta my bed,
yeah,
you're not all mine,
no.
I don't think about you anymore,
except when I think of your door.
I don't dream of you with me...
or your cotton sheets.
I could be cotton sheets.
I could be cotton sheets.
I could be your cotton sheets.
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