LYRICS:

A man's made his bed

And he sleeps in it with somebody else

 Now you're in over your head

"Would it kill to leave for somebody else?"

 Overzealous?

That's just fine.

Think I'm jealous?

I ain't lyin'

Malice, now you've crossed the line

Sip your gold chalice, everything is fine

 ...

I'm in the woods at half-past nine

 CHORUS:

I drew your heart on a tree trunk.

 No more sugar tonight.

The next evening he comes,

 Says you're a looker tonight.

Sky's blue, you're gonna be drunk

 No more cooler tonight.

 ...

 Salem on the rerun,

 Gonna book her tonight.

 Dinner with an angel

Demons served under the table

Able to assess what posseses me to second-guess decisions

 For nutrition.

Sweet nothings get you in a hell of something.

 All or nothing.

Sour notes to float your boat, drama for your diorama, 'cause

 My intuition, it's your supersition, 'cause

 You've poisoned all the apples

 For a vapid happy ending, 'cause

 You've run out of appluase.

 Never made the entourage.

 Out of your ambition, now you want me back to where I was.

"Sil vois plait, manage a trois?"

 Yeah, my intuition,

Your supersition,

 Should've known you were a lost cause

 Thank God for the exit clause.

(CHORUS)

 You swear that he's changed

But you never explain.

You expect me to believe

A man can change in a week,

But all it took was a weekend

To let him sow his seeds, and

 I swallowed my pride 

On the sidelines 

Sat down and cried 

Left wondering why

 . . .

Don't you fucking lie to me!

 (CHORUS)

 ...

Sip your gold chalice, everything's alright.