lately, i've been jealous of the attention handed out by people who shouldn't matter to me
he didn't have me sweating on his bedroom floor he didn't have me crying with my head in the toilet he didn't have me locked outside my own rib cage he didn't have me like you did he didn't have me like you did he didn't have me
i look at you the same way you look at the 7:30pm sky when it's lit up in bright pinks oranges, yellows, instead of blue -- full of wonder and melancholy