We are the secerets we keep the songs we dance to in the kitchen when no one else is home the drunken kisses at parties we told our parents we weren't going to the regular nightmares that make us want to run
We are the things we want when no one else is looking the second slice of cake the quiet lazy days we crave all of the pet peeves we still hold grudges for
To me you are who you were in the park last summer after two glasses of wine holding hands while the light faded out