jealous (7tember)

(You gotta have a sequel!)

I'm not jealous, but I think it should be with my hands

Shouldn't call your friends, you shouldn't make no plans

I don't know what you think I am

I'm just a boy who's lame

I'm like crazy, but, baby, you've been all on my mind

I was thinking about the things that would fix with time

You're still a fucking bitch, but all those lines

I can't help but think about you all the time

I don't think it's fair that you get to walk around

I saw your picture with him that you posted online

I'm not crazy, but I'll find out where he fucking sleeps

I'll stalk him for an hour, maybe once or twice a week

I'm not jealous. I won't break into his fucking house

I won't stab him once or twice, maybe in the mouth

I'll take apart his limbs, I'll take apart his mouth

I'll fucking wear his face and he can give me mouth

I haven't took my meds, I think it's been a month

There's a voice inside that says I want you mine

(Oh my fucking god! I don't wanna do this.)

(I guess we're gonna do this.)