Her name was Nina.
Just Nina.
We met on our first day of Kindergarten.
We were friends the easy kind,
the ones who hold no grudges,
who take you just as you are.
Nina and me, were like peanut butter and jelly,
one no good without the other.

But now there's no more Nina.
No Nina to hold me when I cry.
No more Nina.
No more Jelly to do Peanut Butter's hair.
No more Jelly to trade lunches on the bus,
Nina's peanut butter for my jelly.
One no good without the other.

Same crash, different car. Why not me?
Why did it have to be Peanut Butter's Jelly?
It could have been me, but it was Nina.
The bad things always happen to Peanut Butter's Jelly.
Heaven doesn't need Jelly,
Peanut Butter does.
Peanut Butter and Jelly,
one no good without the other.

“Are you okay Peanut head.”
“No, Peanut Butter needs her Jelly.”
“I'm right here nut head
I'll always be right here.”
“I've got no where else to go,
after all there's no Peanut Butter without her Jelly,
one no good without the other.”