The heater still rattles With the bobby pin I dropped in there while kissing you And every time I hear it, it creates a new beat A stronger one A louder one A beat that yells to me "You'll never forget him"
The heater seems to produce the smell of your cologne During late nights when I miss you The smell that made my stomach flop The smell that still peppered my skin once you left A smell that shouts "You still love him"
The heater still has a dent From all the times we sat on it And that causes the air to blow into my face And dry my tears late at night Just like you did Tears that howl "He was-no scratch that-IS perfect"
The heater still has a scuff on it From the morning you threw your she at it because it stopped working And it produced warmer air after that Almost as warm as you Before you left Now the air is cold A cold that screeches "He was your everything"
And the heater still has your jacket on it Because I can't bear to move it And in the early mornings I put it on And drink a cup of coffee Like I did with you By the heater A heater that screams "Maybe he still loves you"