I don't tell many people about you
About how we met as kids
how you were my first kiss
after class behind the basketball hoops
about how I was in lust with you
for almost five years of my life
but you never let me have you
not completely, anyways
I could have you in your sheets
or the back of your car on a Friday night
no one knows about the bruises on my wrists
the black eye that I came home with
Oh that?
I fell and hit a dresser, clumsy me

No,
I don't tell many people about you.