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