Look at our neighbors' apartment
And all the money that they've spent
While we barely make rent
Just trying to get by
Hear how they speak in their own code
Ennui and innuendo
Swept up in crescendo
And I'm trying to get by
Just trying to get by
We're stacked on top of each other
Like covers, magazine covers
Turn back, I'm getting off track
I'm going under
Don't tell my mother
Jealousy
You're coloring me every shade of green
Jealousy
You're gonna get the best of me
What if it's better to blend in
Then risking offending
Or spoiling the ending
Now I'm paralyzed
You're ten stories tall now
You can gaze at the sprawl now
Careful don't fall now
Oh I'm paralyzed
Oh I'm paralyzed
We're stacked on top of each other
Like covers, magazine covers
Turn back, I'm starting to crack
I'm going under
Don't tell my mother
Jealousy
You're coloring me every shade of green
Jealousy
You're gonna get the best of me
Tune it all out and retreat to the woods
Staying in touch never did what it should
We're stacked on top of each other
Like covers, magazine covers
Turn back, it's all going black
I'm going under
Don't tell my mother
Jealousy
You're coloring me every shade of green
Jealousy
You're gonna get the best of me
Jealousy
You're coloring me every shade of green
Jealousy
You're gonna be the end of me