Hell

Saw you in the stuff just knocking about
Funny you've been on my mind
Out of your zone, away from your life
With an old friend of mine

But you don't come around here, baby, anymore
I don't blame you, you were bored
And you don't have to spell it out
'Cause I can tell that living here was your idea of hell

And baby, I know
That I let the heart want what it wants
And let the heart hate what it hates

And thank God you don't have to see me, baby, anymore
What a relief to close that door
You don't have to spell it out
'Cause I can tell that loving me was your idea of hell