cats out of the bag, get the box.

so maybe i let one person know about this. it's healthy, right?
it puts me out into fresh air, but i think i'm hanging out to dry.
can't sleep, i'm on this high
it consists of dreaming and sleeping; but just so i can dream of you.
it's corny, but what the hell isn't anymore
i'm the boring conversation, the awkward pause between words.
here's to many more to come[or so one hopes]
i'll keep you a secret if you let me
not a soul will know, even if they test me
but it's all up how you sigh and shrug.
or dodge my eyes when you talk
stuck in america--but who wants to get out