So I'll fall asleep in your sweater
'Cause it's almost as good
As being in your arms

Your scent lingers
I feel your faint touch
Even though you're not there

But was she almost as good?
When you took her to bed
Ran your fingers through her hair?

Took her clothes off
Rode her like a porsche
Cause she ain't no trophy wife

You can't even acknowledge me
When we wake up in the morning
What do you think I am stupid?

Is she almost as good
When she lies in your arms
Do you miss me when your with her

Do you think about me
When you're on top of her
Wondering, hoping, wishing

That you'll never get caught
Things will never get this hot
Between me and you again

We can't even be friends.
Friends.
Friends....
Friends.