Bubble-wrap secrets.

Everything you use to say is still running through my mind in syllables and mis-pronunciations. I've got my priorities set straight and all I can wish for now are hands in back pockets and walks down night bright melbourne streets. I still don't understand why people call this place home. With you around; the streets are lit up twice as bright as vegas but they're still just as lonely and unforgiving.

Nothings new about my addiction to stealing glances, but what is new now days is that I don't mind getting caught (by you). I don't want tomorrow to come; lets just jump days ahead so I can see you again and smile just knowing that you're there. I could hold onto thoughts forever and ever but in the end the saying of goodnight just ruins everything. I want to keep you like a secret. We dont need healed scars or jackpot prizes to show us how lucky we are. You're the best secret i've (n)ever had.