[Verse I]

[Куплет I]
My mind turns situations into competitions,
draws a measuring line between you and me.
It gives us numbers, ranks and little verdicts,
decides who gets to be the one to beat.
Fits perfectly into every category,
while I keep wondering where I fail.

[Куплет II]
our garden will always be greener than mine,
your flowers more unique than the ones I grow.
You don't even have to try to make them beautiful,
and I hate how easily know

[Припев]
I'm full of envy.
It's under my tongue, beneath my teeth.
I wear a face that says I'm happy
while something rotten lives underneath.

[Куплет III]
My boyfriend doesn't know
I sometimes want to put him in an awkward place,
just to watch the confidence fall
for one second from his face.

My friends post their photographs,
never knowing I'm looking through tears.
My colleagues share another result,
never expecting that I might wish
I hadn't heard.

[Припев]
I'm full of envy.
It's under my tongue, beneath my teeth.
I wear a face that says I'm happy
while something rotten lives underneath.

And I want the same flowers.
The same fence.
Maybe then I'd finally be happy.
Maybe then all my skills
would finally justify themselves.

[Breakdown]
Sometimes I celebrate someone else's failure
more deeply
than I celebrate my own success.
Think— maybe I was so busy trying to grow
the perfect garden
that I crushed beneath my own feet everything
I'd been growing for years.

[Аутро]
I love you
But I'm full of envy.
It's under my tongue, beneath my teeth.
I wear a face that says I'm happy
while something rotten lives underneath