Caught In The Trees

I call you now to tell you I'm thinking of you But it does me no good when the phone is just blocking my view And I would sail back to you And I would sail back to you And I would come back and admit that it wasn't your fault But I'm tired and unwill

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest? A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret Lord knows I don't want to compete But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke an