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.