Jealousy In D Minor

I blow the dust off the old fingerboard
And clear the webs from the bench
Poised and ready to play the first chord
As I see your old fingerprints
A glass of gin and some wilted rose blossoms;
The company that I keep
I smudge the marks that you left, and get lost in
The depths of my jealousy

One day you will see me

You could fix this broken record
If you'd allow just a kiss
Then again, my wounds might simply fester
With the salt from your lips
I'm through hiding behind metaphors
Done sugar-coating the truth:
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you