Saw you in the stuff just knocking about

Funny you've been on my mind

Out of your zone, away from your life

With an old friend of mine

But you don't come around here, baby, anymore

I don't blame you, you were bored

And you don't have to spell it out

'Cause I can tell that living here was your idea of hell

And baby, I know

That I let the heart want what it wants

And let the heart hate what it hates

And thank God you don't have to see me, baby, anymore

What a relief to close that door

You don't have to spell it out

'Cause I can tell that loving me was your idea of hell