You call at one
I let it ring
You act like this
Means everything
You check my face
For what you know
But we don't say
What this is
You want a claim
Without the terms
You want the fire
Without the burns
You hold my time
Like it was yours
But we never signed
Those papers, no
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
You can't ask for more
From a half-open door
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
If you want the truth
You never asked for the truth
I see your eyes
When I move on
Like I owe you
For being gone
But we stay here
In this gray line
You want a place
I never defined
You read too deep
In what we do
There is no us
To lose
You want a claim
Without the terms
You want the fire
Without the burns
You hold my time
Like it was yours
But we never signed
Those papers, no
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
You can't ask for more
From a half-open door
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
If you want the truth
You never asked for the truth
Don't make it mine
If you won't name it
Don't pull me close
Then shame it
I kept it quiet
You kept score
Now you're upset
At what we are not
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
You can't ask for more
From a half-open door
No right to be jealous
No right to be jealous
If you want the truth
You never asked for the truth
- Lyricist
Ostel Dain
- Composer
Rennan Clove
- Producer
Garron Veld
- Vocals
Ostel Dain
Listen to No Right to Be Jealous by Ostel Dain
Streaming / Download
- 1
Kept Available
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- 2
Your Almost
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- 3
I Made Room for Less
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No Right to Be Jealous
Ostel Dain
- 5
When You Had Time
Ostel Dain
- 6
The Side I Was Given
Ostel Dain
- 7
Fine With the Terms
Ostel Dain
- 8
I Never Asked You to Stay
Ostel Dain
- 9
Easy to Keep
Ostel Dain
- 10
Hard to Choose
Ostel Dain
- 11
I Take My Name Back
Ostel Dain
Within Your Maybe is a dry adult R&B album about a man who keeps shrinking his own needs to fit inside someone else's uncertainty.
It follows a nameless relationship where nothing is promised, yet leaving still feels impossible.
Ostel Dain sings the quiet pain of acting fine, accepting less, staying available, and realizing too late that he made himself easy to keep but hard to choose.
