The linen on your bed
Just isn't as soft as mine
But we're breaking it in, babe
You know comfort takes time
And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel so low
Left my place on Babcock Street for New York
To call it quits won't bury the hatchet
'Cause memory holds what's recommended
If your fire's too warm I'm your winter
Call out for me babe I'll deliver
What I should have said all those months ago
Funny how I left but I can't let go
If you're an angel then I'm a forgiver
If you're the devil then I'm your sinner
The blue in your eyes
I wish I had in mine
But the stories they tell
Are much harder to define
But then we paint the walls of your first place in the city
Just for me to see that there's a day you won't need me
And I'm still thinking of what would have happened
If I'd been a bit better at making good decisions
To call it quits won't bury the hatchet
'Cause memory holds what's recommended
If your fire's too warm I'm your winter
Call out for me babe I'll deliver
What I should have said all those months ago
Funny how I left but I can't let go
If you're an angel then I'm a forgiver
If you're the devil then I'm your sinner
