And he told me something
 About last weekend, he knows your new
(He said he saw it coming)
 And those letters I wrote, so now I know
 What you do with them
 Well of course he looked, you sliced me up
 And then showed it to him

 He's changed around the posters on your wall
 And finished all but one glass of your wine
 His head's been on the pillows that I bought
 And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times

 And the old photos in those silly clothes
 There must be much more
 God, the poems I sent and that massive dent
 I left in your door
 I don't want them back, you can burn the lot
 I just feel betrayed
 Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone
 But the bones remain

 He's changed around the posters on your wall
 And finished all but one glass of your wine
 His head's been on the pillows that I bought
 And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times

 I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try
 I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try