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...