Better Left Invisible

Sipping on your looks but you drink me in

pass over the flattery again

its hanging heavy on my chest

and its better left invisible for now

confessions are bouncing round my head

so i add them to the archive of things we've never said

i lock them up with all the rest

but its better left invisible for now

if the rope we walk starts wobbling

the river tide feels like its coming in

i lock them up with all the rest

its hanging heavy on my chest

though its tempting to confess

its better left invisible for now