Matt Nathanson - Laid

This bed is on fire
With passion and love
The neighbours complain
About the noises above
But she only comes
When she's on top

My therapist said
Not to see you no more
She said you like a disease
Without any cure

She said I'm so obsessed
That I've become a bore
Oh no
Oh you think you're so pretty
Ehh, ehh, ehh
Hmmm

Caught your hand
Inside a til
Slamm your fingers in the door
Bought kitchen knifes and skewers Dress me up with women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Ehh,ehh,ehh
Hmmm

Moved out of the house
So you moved next door
I locked you out
You cut a hole in the wall

I found you sleeping next to me
I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy
When are you coming home?

Laid, laid