Cry upon my shoulder,
Whisper secrets in my ear

People talk about moving on,
Everyone wants to grow up fast,
Never look around at where it’s gone,
Forget about their past,
History is misery,
But misery don’t like company,
Misery’s just meant for me,
But that’s enough of that

I know that I can hold her,
Above the deepest of her fears

She talks about moving on,
She wants to move on fast,
Never looks around to see where I’ve gone,
Just an echo of her past,
Her history is misery,
And misery loves her company,
Her misery’s not meant for me,
And that is that

Cry upon my shoulder,
Whisper secrets in my ear,
I know that I can hold her,
Above the deepest of her fears,
But she don’t think I have the nerve,
After all, you accept the love that you think you deserve
I don’t think I have the nerve,
After all, you accept the love that you think you deserve
And you don’t deserve that misery