You can tell me
His arms round my chest
My head listening to his breath
As he pulls me close
Pauses the film
And tries so hard to look me in the eye
We shouldn’t have secrets
He’s sat with me at lunch
Laughing about girls and work
As he suddenly goes quiet
Wishes he hadn’t bought it up
And calculates the next word in his head
You know I don’t care right
He walks to lessons
Catching me in the corridor
As he sees the tears still fresh
Each one escaping down my cheek
And hopes not again
Please just be honest
He’s sitting on the sofa
Listening to my meaningless lie
As he glances to the flashes of Crimson
Little memories that lie hidden
And he prays I don’t notice
trust me
He finds my Secrets
Hearing every word but feeling none
As I pour out my soul
But it’s hard to tell
What’s already written on your arms