Some secrets can't be kept
|I can't keep a secret.
Neither can you.
It's not the way in which we talk,
But the way in which we move;
The perfectly timed way in which we leave the room.
Eyes that dart back and forth, then quickly look away;
Whispers that echo like thunder;
Someone waiting in an empty room,
Practicing the right words to say.
Smiling at nothing puts everything on display.
Bodies close, but never touching,
The lights go out, and the television starts to play.
They're all entertained.
I never meant for it to be this way.
I should have taken shelter from the rain,
But I took my precious time,
Because time with you was precious,
I let the storm shake my soul.
You saw me,
Drenched to the bone,
And you couldn't look away.
I should have realized then.
It was never a secret.
We could never disguise this depth,
As anything more shallow.