Lyrics by Nick Duarte

 
I’ve got a secret, you know?
No, you don’t, that’s why they call it secret
Oh, I can’t be thinking this
We’ve gotta stop this running tape
Just in case we end up meaning things we say
Things we can’t erase
  
Broken glass heart
I’d cough you up
And I’d choke on the pieces
If it’d just stop this feeling
Blood on my tongue
Just my bad luck
I got what I needed
But it cut me to pieces
  
The truth is worth its weight in gold
You don’t owe me, you don’t owe me, you don’t
We’ve gotta stop this running tape
Just in case we mean the things that we say
Things we can’t erase
  
Time moves so slow
When I’ve got you all alone
Dancing circles around me
Like you know we’re meant to be

 

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