I Know Your Secrets

I'm going crazy stuck here with you
You lie around a prosaic mess
You bite your nails and are always staring
Let's just be strangers, I need some rest

Are you sincere in your radical politics?
I see no praxis, you're all talk
Are you just making up for being boring?
I get inspired to do nothing at all

If you keep me from panicking
Then I'll keep you from panicking
Toss me my pack of cigarettes and talk

I know your secrets and they are embarrassing
I know how badly you fear death
Yet you've been staring into the Sun
We'll get it right, don't disappear yet