He left here
He left this sweater
As if I would build some kind of shrine to him
More like I would tear it into little pieces
For some voodoo doll to stick pins in, but

No more no more no more no more
No no more will I think about him
No more no more no more no more
Will I think about him

He has this perverted logic about
How to figure a woman's mind
Like he could suss the secrets of the pyramids
By sleeping in every tent he could find, but

No more will I think about him...

BRIDGE
Now I've forgotten the idol that we both kissed
Now I've forgotten the urge that he cannot resist

But I can't forget those dreams that steep
And fester when I'm in my sleep
The snake crawls, the snake speaks
The snake devours three rats a week, but

No more will I think about him...