Lyrics

SWEET SECRETS

I’ll call you later, Baby, he said.
The phone never rang,
but at least he called me Baby.

Sweet words still move me.
I hold books and secrets,
collect whispers, sighs and moans,
delete, replay, delete, replay..

Get on your knees and tell me, tell me,
tell me again—who and what you are—
and I promise you I’ll believe you this time,
and you, you promise me nothing, you just move
your sad mouth, you’re sad as Sid Vicious
singing My Way in an empty room…

You don’t know, you’ll never know how many times
I saved coffee cans and beer for you, and on your birthday
I ate all the red velvet cupcakes, wrote poems
searching, searching, searching for the moment,
finding nothing but abandoned nights
of tangled purple sheets, fevered dreams,
purple dreams, fevered sheets…

Wooden boards lie beneath empty bedsides,
the body remembers and leaves room
for ghosts and zombies, ghosts
and zombies, ghosts, zombies…

and books and secrets…

© puma perl 11/13/09
Revised 11/21