Why am I crying?
Am I still denying?
He taught me to shut people out;
don't let them see - pent up your shout.
Now you're my light,
for the first night
in so long.
Teach me love.
Again.
Teach me love.

I shook her hand
the way you do with strangers,
before I even knew
you used to kiss it.
(I get jealous.
Please don't make me feel this.)
I smiled like her lips did,
politely,
before I even knew
you used to kiss them.
(I get jealous.
Please don't make me feel this.)
I froze when you told me about her,
casually and with a laugh,
and that was when I knew
you used to kiss her.
I get jealous.
Please don't make me feel this.