no one wants to be a best-kept secret,

like a habit or a scar,

no one wants to make a perfect exit

through the trapdoor in your heart,

so I won’t tell you what I’m thinking,
like before, that’s for sure,

‘cause I don’t wanna be your best-kept secret anymore..

if it’s so good, somebody would’ve bought it,

like a record on the bargain shelf,

& if we’re so good, you could’ve told your parents,

or your best friend, or yourself,

but you keep all your options open,
in this world of either/or,

so I don’t wanna be your best-kept secret anymore..

(it’s) a cloudy day, but still the sun is somewhere,

somewhere hidden from our eyes,

& there’re no clouds that I can make out either,

just a thickness across the sky,

I won’t be there when you need me,
like before, now I’m sure,

that I don’t wanna be your best-kept secret anymore…