Jealous Songtext
von Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks

Yes, I′m jealous I'm jealous of everything that you′ve ever done
Well your paintings are all masterpieces and I'm jealous of the way that you're here
I′m jealous of the way that you are

And though I′m not very sturdy, I'll gladly be your dead


And how many times have I woken to find that i′m not where i thought i was
Well everything you say sounds like Dylan Thomas,
And I'm jealous of the way that you′re here
I'm jealous of the way that you talk

And though I′m not very handsome, I'll gladly be your mirrors
And though I'm not your mother, I still truly care about you

All these thoughts are nothing more than ink in a bottom-less well

And now the fire flies hunger they hunger for human bone
And they see that your hands are open and I′m jealous of the way that you crush them
And I′m jealous of the blood on your fingers

And though I'm not very wise, I′ll gladly be your holy trinity
And though I'm still not your mother, feel free to bow and pray for me