Making friends and acquaintances

loose-lipped secrets
i've seen those birdies chirping
another promise perched on their fragile branches
cradle and all

we all hide a diary beneath some matress
and someone has slept in my bed
sometimes i get so naked i sing like a canary
and i scream out what i shouldn't scream

some lies last a lifetime
they keep our diaries hidden
they don't let the whispers slip
between the cracks of the bathroom stalls
or be written on the bathroom walls...

but still i can hear those dirty birds chirp away
it's a song i know by heart
sometimes i resent
making friends and acquaintances
it's a thin veil between us -

between the bedsprings and the mattress
i keep my secrets
the ones i can't keep
the ones you took from me
the ones you scattered with your wings

it was nice to meet you