Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

And I know it’s not really fair of me, but there’s some deep down part of me that hopes that with your face buried in my neck that the only thing you could think was that this was the right one. That nothing else would ever match that feeling of your thumb running across the small of my back. That I had broke you for everyone else. And I know it’s not fair, so I’ll probably never tell you. But I still think it. And I still hope I’m your one and only enough. I still hope you can’t forget your skin on my skin.