With the same words you use
Those expressions of yours
That I can't see on another face
Those ever-watchful looks
When I'd drift a bit out of your space
With the same imagination
The skill to keep up with the devilish rhythms
But she isn't there even if I make her up
I'm still stuck with you
And I miss your jealousy every night
Even though maybe it's more mine
And I miss my eyes
Where I'd left them
But she isn't there even if I make her up
I'm still stuck with you
Clearly worrying