this is what
capable of betrayal looks like,
upturned eyes going envy green
and cheeks blushing with a hidden desire
no one can ever know about.

I tried to tell you, baby girl,
I tried to tell you I wasn’t perfect.
and now look at us,
someone got in the way.
and I can’t bring myself to turn off
these wrung-out feelings of jealousy
when I see those eyes lighting up.

innocent until proven guilty.
well, I guess it’s just a matter of time
until I burn.