You left your magic wand in my nightstand
Right above my shoes
Now she touches me in all the same places, but
She don't feel like you
She sings The Rolling Stones in the shower and
Uses your shampoo
Same curly hair, but promise that she don't sound
Half as good as you
Swear to God my shirt's still wet
From all the tears that fell out of your eyes
Your makeup stains still on my bed
Now every night I have to say goodbye
One last time
She makes me breakfast, pancakes and bacon in the
Pan we used to use
And you burned the eggs, but you tasted better than
Pancakes and bacon do
The only silver lining is
That I don't have to lie and say we're fine (anymore)
But, oh, am I a piece of shit
If I'm with her, but I let you in my mind
One last time
Did you get a new one? Maybe a blue one to
Keep you company
And is it in your hand? Or maybe another man?
And does he feel like me?