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In the end, we’ll realize we’re just like everyone else.
Let’s do meaningless things together.
It’ll be our little secret,
(Even though I know that you’ll
Tell your friends how it went—
The same friends I know and love,
Who’ve been through thick and thin—
Because that’s just what boys do.)Yes, it’ll be our little secret,
(Even though the bruises on my knees
Will tell my friends of the places I’ve been.
And everyone will know
Because I’m not a good liar,
After all, that’s not what good girls do.)You’ll have someone you can share
Futures and fates and destinies with,
And I’ll have someone I can exchange
Letters and notes and kisses with.
It won’t be me for you, nor you for me,
But we’ll share something all our own too.We’ll pretend we don’t know each other
Even though there won’t be anything left to hide
After we’ve shared everything we can,
Down to the blood that fuels us.It won’t mean anything
When you call me in the middle of the night
And tell me that she’s being a bitch again.
And it won’t mean anything
When I hold your hand and tell you
That you could do so much better.The kisses will begin to linger
And we’ll see each other more often,
But not before we realize that we’ve started
Breaking the promises we’d made to each other.
So we’ll take it slow and go back
To doing meaningless things together.
