Dirty Little Secrets
They hoped anyway, grasping onto my words until everything was gone.
One night only,
Grasping sheets,
A crinkled quilt,
The rising sun,
One last good-bye, baby,
I sing. The beat picks up, and . . .
The butterflies, they’re nothin’,
The heart pounds, mean nothin’.
One night, that’s all you get,
It’s all we got, take it now,
One last good-bye,
I’ll give to you,
One last good-bye, baby.
I strummed the last chords of the song, the final words crushing everything the song built it up to be. But—hey, if they were gonna make me sing a fuckin’ song, don’t expect it to be a love ballad. It’ll be the damn truth.
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