to a guy who sleeps on the floor
an a shelf in your dresser draw
stopped my tossing and turning
but i turned back the covers
and saw those sheets are dirty. even though you'll never come clean
and so are you. the warmth of a bed
to a guy that sleeps on the floor
was enough to perpetuate. all the lies i heard before
because my pillow will never lie
or be with a stranger in my bed. where's the love i was looking for?
it's out the door. i'm afraid to see you anymore
so it's back on the floor
'cause those sheets are dirty. woke up this morning
thinking about those clean sheets
and the way it was before
when i looked in the mirror
i saw your face and thought of the past
but now i know how dirty you are
i took my fist and smashed the glass. those sheets are dirty.