Secrets, secrets are not nice. Secret, secrets give you lice.

I could
possibly be falling
and not really care
even though I should

I could
be thinking of you now
i just left you a second ago
i knew that I would

I could
lose my breath
every time you breathe
it's just that good

I could
look at your forever
hold your hand for 80 years
knock on wood

I could
not think a single thought
including you in every single one
I'll give you everything he took

I could
physically hurt
at the thought of leaving you
where you stood

I could
have dreamed of you
like a prince on his horse
wants from my childhood

I could
be completely satisfied
and totally captivated
the wants of my heart understood

I could
love you

I could
tell you

I could......