While he’s having a smoke, and she’s taking a drag.
Now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick ,
And it’s all in my head, But she’s touching his - chest .
Now, he takes off her dress .
Now, letting me go.
And I just can’t look its killing me,
And taking control. Jealousy,
turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis. But it’s just the price I pay.
Destiny is calling me.
Open up my eager eyes,
mr. Brightside.

