Jealousy is more than a word
It's a thirsty pain
That rushes through my veins
To drain each drop of blood.
Wnen I see the pillow that escorts your head
The bed that embraces you in your weariness
And the lips that form a heart-robbing smile.
Jealousy is strange.
I wouldn't wish to have you split in two.
One for me and one for you
I want all of you
Living inside of my chest.
It has a way of making me become you.