Envy & The Sloths Lyrics

You say you miss me when I'm gone

Yeah, well, me too

You say you're imperfect even though

I envy you

'Cause you're an itch I can't scratch

You're a scab I can't pick

You're a nail with no biting

You're a joke that can laugh

You're a dream I can wish

You're a day with no fighting

And when you put up so well

That I wish I was you

I wanna tell you all these things

But my tongue, it lays dormant

I wanna spill the words I need

Like a large rushing torrent

'Cause you're a world without guns

And you're a sky without bombs

You're a town without murders

You're a church without nuns

You're a palm without cuts

You're a store without workers

You're a cough without blood

You're a rose without thorns

You're a grave without candles

You're a house without fire

You're a face with no scars

You're a park without vandals

And when you put up so well

That I wish I was you