You keep it secret in a shoebox topped with frilly lace It isn't yours. You stole from someone else I let you have it; let you save it for your rainy days And we go driving down the perkway, left on Isabelle I'm going to bite my tongue again And slip the hooks off of you dress As the cars pass down below I'm going to dry your sorry eyes again 'Till they shiver and they close Wake up beside you again, open up the curtains And let the dark out the window But one day you'll be waking up alone You keep broken on the nightstand. It's November now It never worked. You know it never will I lied; I told you I was fine and that I'd come around And we head up North on the metro, off at Cross's hill I'm goin to nod my head again And I will laugh at all your jokes As the leaves stick to the road I'm going to be there one more time again As your eyes swell up with hope With the flashlight again, look down in the basement And let the dark go where it goes But one day you'll go down there on your own