Envious
I’m envious, as dumb as that sounds
‘cause I get in my feelings and feel like a clown
I’m envious, your looks and your brains
Are the sole reason I feel so hopeless to change
Well I’m envious when I play my guitar
And I figure out whether these chords should be barred
I get envious, I know you won’t agree
‘cause you’ve been playing far much longer than me
But don’t rub it in,
it’ll leave a mark
I’m too volatile
to believe in karma
I need to build a front
when I talk to you,
I need to filter what I say
to make sure that you don’t hear the truth
These uncaptured moments live safely in my mind,
And they only give reasoning further through time
Your frontal perfection,
it somehow carried us
As your aim became to make me feel envious
Sometimes I wish my bed had some ears,
So it listens when I talk myself to sleep,
‘cause I mention so many things about you
That you won’t understand when confronted to
Well I wonder
if someday when
You build your own life, and your career begins,
Another one, somebody bolder than me
Will call out your bullshit—how shocked would you be?
Don’t rub it in,
it’ll leave a mark
I’m too volatile
to believe in karma,
I feel like a child
when you talk to me
Is your knowledge linked up to my jealousy?
These uncaptured moments live safely in my mind,
Well they only give reasoning further through time
Your frontal perfection,
it somehow carried us
As your aim became to make me feel envious
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