Still

He’s jealous of the way I put my cigarette in my mouth,

And then he gets jealous of the way I put up the decorations lightly in his house.

I do believe he gets jealous of the way I wear my clothes on about everyday and how badly he’d like to become my clothes and how they suit me.

He gets jealous of the way I dance with other men at parties and he loves how I laugh whenever I see him.

I do believe though on some nights he’d still rather be with me alone and that he could recall me;

Still smiling at him when he is underneath a parade of stars and that I am still there cheering on him with them.