That Hoodie

It's getting cold in the parking lot,

You're wearing that jacket that I always want.

She comes running, jumps into your arms,

And you wrap her up like she's made of stars.

I laugh too loud at something my friend said,

Try to get the picture out of my head.

You kiss her forehead,

she steals your sleeve,

I tell myself that it's nothing to me.

It's just a hoodie,

it's just a boy,

It's just another thing I can't enjoy.

So why am I standing here freezing tonight,

Watching you hold her like everything's right?

She gets the hoodie,

she gets the kiss,

She gets the midnight calls that I wish I didn't miss.

She gets your hand when you're crossing the street,

She gets the version of you I keep dreaming I'll meet.

And I get "What's up?" and a joke in the hall,

A halfhearted text when you're bored,

that's all. It's just a hoodie,

so why does it sting?

She's wearing your clothes.

I'm wearing this grin.

She posts your picture with a little red heart,

I zoom in once,

then I fall apart.

You look so happy,

your eyes look bright,

I close my phone and turn off the light.

My friends say, "Jordan,

you're acting weird."

I say, "I'm tired," like they can't hear.

I know I'm jealous,

I know it's unfair,

But I wish for one second that I was there.

I don't hate her.

That's the worst part.

She didn't steal you; she just has your heart.

And if she knew what I was thinking tonight,

She'd probably hold you a little more tight.

She gets the hoodie,

she gets the kiss,

She gets all the little things I'll never get to miss.

She gets your hand when you're crossing the street,

She gets the version of you I keep dreaming I'll meet.

And I get "See you" and a joke in the hall,

A halfhearted text when you're bored,

that's all. It's just a hoodie,

I tell myself again.

Then I see you wearing it on Monday.

And I fall apart again.