Three Seconds Before Regrets

Jealousy Personified

It crawls like vines and wraps it's spikes
Around your milky elbows and up into your eyes
The sound and sight of someone's passion makes you want to throw up and die
Where did that glow come from, fire in their eyes and the tension waves they ignite
You pale next to them, you flicker like a lighter and
You notice none of the things you deny

When hinges creak and red doors open
I can feel you tense up and frown
Someone is coming and what else could it mean but
Your head will get twisted and spun around
You feel nothing, you love nothing, you got a dying little fireplace in your chest and it's darkening
And you never really wanted to see people's smiles form
Because you spent too long wondering
Where is your own

And the vines in your skull are all overgrown
They pushed your eyeballs above your head like some kind of thorn horns
Someday, I foresee, they'll push out your cochlea higher
So you see and hear nothing and your tongue is next to sear

Your veins will hang like red flags and you're not getting stitches
And it will cloud your senses from all ambitious bitches
Who you all wished death on like some pale angel reaper
But you're not getting better
But you're not getting better