A Thimble Full of Jealousy
Just a little tide of red, and a whole swimming ocean floats lifeless and dead
(I'm sweet mulling over all the words that you've said, in my mind,
and just wondering when you'll leave me behind...)
Just a split second late with the breaks, and the car's rolled over, glass splashed with the shakes
(I've seen you imperfect till my whole body aches, and I find,
that my imperfection rises in kind...)
Just a thimble full of this jealousy, and my countenance falls to the depths of the sea
I scramble for breath that is free this disease
Like a clock that is full, at the end of it's wind,
I exhale and blow back this moment of time...
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