I can hear your screams
...
in my dreams
as you tumble out
dressed in your Sunday's best
put my sanity to test
harsh sunlight
in the eyes of my windows
...
in my dreams
the mailman knocks
demons tumble from my mailbox
knee-high in woolen socks
to dance
a dance of delight
...
in my dreams
the faceless men
speak on my train ride in
their skin fading
to reveal snow
on an empty television set
I have been watching for years
...
in my dreams
I am never quite sure
if it was him or her
that served my dinner
of fig leaves and disease
snatching wishes
from a swelling breeze
...
in my dreams
I never know if you're real
walking knives up my skin
it all begins
to take me back there
in my waking nightmare
...
in my dreams

I have to fix my broken parts,
Before I completely fall apart.
Before I crumble down to dust,
Before I make a giant fuss.

I have to let myself be new,
Before I become what I don't want to.
Before I die in front of crowds,
Before I get to be too loud.

I have to be a different me.
Before I'm worse than I want to be.

I have to rearrange,
So I guess I have to change.

Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
It's okay
Keep a secret
For one more day
Keep a secret
Don't tell
Keep a secret
Oh well
Keep a secret
Break their heart
Keep a secret
Fall apart
Keep a secret
Hurt lives
Keep a secret
Stab like knives
Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
Hurt no one

Be a secret.