He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He's got a family who deals heroin, you're on the edge of your chair and then
You feel it
He's looking at you
He's laughing at you
It's happening.
I can't, I can't believe it.
But it's there on the pages I'm reading
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy
I know it's just a drawer of photographs
They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that
I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy ... jealousy ...
I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea:
Standing
On the corner
Watching
The ladies
Pass by
Imagining me behind your eyes
And then what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy
I can't, I can't believe it
But it's here in this place and I see it
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy:
Standing
On the mud flats
Watching
The salmon fly
Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside
Imagine me behind your eyes, and what did I see
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy