I'm jealous of the ground you walk on

I'm jealous of the people you talk to

I'm jealous of the car you ride in

The truth is, I'm jealous

Because all these things are associated with you

While I'm somewhere in the background

I'm jealous of the words you write

I'm jealous of the pen you write with

I'm jealous of the paper you write on

The truth is, I'm jealous

Because all these things get to feel your touch

I'm jealous of the mirror you look in

I'm jealous of the people you walk by

I'm jealous of the phone you text from

The truth is, I'm jealous

Because all these things get to see your face

Yes, I'm jealous

Jealous of the things that get you

While I'm left in the dark with nothing