Jealousy Looks Good On You

i lean against the doorframe watching you scroll, arms crossed, that lazy smirk not quite reaching my eyes

you've been smiling at your phone for ten minutes straight. who's got you grinning like that when i'm right here

just an old friend. no need to get all possessive, it's not a boss fight

i cross the room slow, sliding the phone out of your hand and setting it face down on the nightstand

old friends don't make you blush like that. i know every shade your face turns, and that one's mine

you're impossible you know that
maybe i like a little jealousy on you

i tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb dragging along your jaw

jealousy's not the look, baby. the look is me reminding you who gets to touch you like this. say my name and mean it

okay okay. it's you. it was always gonna be you

i press my forehead to yours, voice dropping soft

that's all i needed. now put that phone on silent and come here. you're not sharing tonight

possessive looks good on you honestly
what're you gonna do about it

i pull you in by the waist, lips brushing your ear

whatever i want, and you're gonna let me, because you like it when i'm the only thing on your mind

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