jealous street
By scorp
let’s switch seats: i’ll drive, you’ll be the afterthought
want to laugh at your ticket, speed down the street
burn tires and flame emotions until it rots.
mirror, i’d prefer if you were the blind spot
fingers itch to grip your scalp. take the backseat…no
let’s switch seats: i’ll drive, you’ll be the afterthought
i laugh, i laugh, my laughs and gifts are storebought
my envious smiles blossom in the sultry heat
burn tires and flame emotions until it rots.
can’t i resent? guilt hangs me with a slipknot
dangles like the charm on the rearview you bought
let’s switch seats: i’ll drive, you’ll be the afterthought
the long miles and i yawn as you drive through sleet
the many days i have birthday card envy
it burn tires and flame emotions until it rots.
arrest my apathy like the red hands caught
told the stars i wanted to break my heartbeat
to break the hampered head full of afterthought
flame emotions sear me, i wish it would stop.
what chagrin, how bittersweet.
i wish you were jealous of me.
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