I'm going crazy stuck here with you
You lie around a prosaic mess
You bite your nails and are always staring
Let's just be strangers, I need some rest

Are you sincere in your radical politics?
I see no praxis, you're all talk
Are you just making up for being boring?
I get inspired to do nothing at all

If you keep me from panicking
Then I'll keep you from panicking
Toss me my pack of cigarettes and talk

I know your secrets and they are embarrassing
I know how badly you fear death
Yet you've been staring into the sun
We'll get it right, don't disappear yet

I Know Your Secrets

mAker of cloudy dreamy woozy songs about anxiety

Email: dorvinborman@gmail.com

I Know Your Secrets

Dorvin Borman