if the grass is greener on the other side
why do i accept only the grass beneath my feet?
i never could understand what was really going on within
and in return i was ignorant to all your jealous tidings
oh you're like a novel
i read you from cover to cover
but you left me on the shelf when
I called you my lover
I spent my time waiting for our love to ferment
drunk on the wine of your bittersweet contentment
so caught up in the moment