Does your mother know that you wanna keep him safe?
It's in the past.
It's not like she killed a man, but I saw his face in a magazine, I saw him blush like a beauty queen.
And I can keep your secret to myself, the secret that you've thrown into the trash.
The secret friends you thought you made, the secret history that you'd trade, and no one knows.
In here no one talks about it, you can hide it from your face.
The box says nothing.
It's not like she loved the man, but rosy cheeks and nicotine got her drunk on a promise ring.
Straight A's and palisades, you paved your road with perfect grades and no one knows.