He's got my Johnny Mitchell's'
I've got his towel that smells
Careful not to wipe it off
On anything that says
He wasn't even there

He's got my shiny hair strings
Hard playing under nails
Fight the sound it makes
It lies in bed then break
But I was never there

Consume me with your other
Better half talking on
Emotional disaster
In us trust wasn't aware
We left it in that "there"

His and hers no more
No longer, never were