Jealousy
I'm not really a jealous person but today I got really jealous.
I'm used to being the one people compliment (not to be concieted)
and I'm used to being the one that has love stories to tell. But today
well, today I got to listen to those stories about my best friend
and my crush.
Well, I don't consider him my crush... my good friend. We're really close.
Well now I get to see them hug and hold each other and I'm not jealous of her
I'm jealous of the idea.
Because here comes another lonely Valentine's Day
and every year I say that I'd rather be single but
every year I realize I'd really like a Valentine's kiss...
or even some attention. Instead I get to hear about it from Marina.
And probably write some stupid love shit.
That's my life.
I'm used to being the one people compliment (not to be concieted)
and I'm used to being the one that has love stories to tell. But today
well, today I got to listen to those stories about my best friend
and my crush.
Well, I don't consider him my crush... my good friend. We're really close.
Well now I get to see them hug and hold each other and I'm not jealous of her
I'm jealous of the idea.
Because here comes another lonely Valentine's Day
and every year I say that I'd rather be single but
every year I realize I'd really like a Valentine's kiss...
or even some attention. Instead I get to hear about it from Marina.
And probably write some stupid love shit.
That's my life.