you show me yours, i'll show you mine
feels like we travelled back in time
but these private parts, just journal lines
and far more delicate than our young minds

what is this unspoken play
does speaking make it fade away?
are we spilling secrets, will you stay
or am i projecting, hoping you feel the same?

did i read this wrong
or was i right all along?
maybe i'm coming on too strong,
as desperate as the day is long

if i love you and you love me too
then what could telling each other do?
i promise i don't want anything from you
nothing but the honest truth