they'll never know.

they'll never know that you'd rather spend weeks behind a control board in your studio than anywhere else on earth.
they'll never know that the harley davidson shirt you still wear on stage, you've owned since sophomore year of high school. and that your mom hates it.
they'll never know that you love to sing little mermaid's 'les poissons' repeatedly when you cook.
they'll never know that you always order a venti soy latte with an extra shot add one splenda. always.
they'll never know that you once watched a law and order marathon for 12 hours. in the same position. and you only got up once to pee.
they'll never know that every night, before you go to sleep, you say a prayer for your little brother.
they'll never know that the ring that's on your index finger belonged to your grandfather.
they'll never know that your '68 mustang is more important to you than your bass.
they'll never know that you can do an exact impersonation of the count of monte cristo.
they'll never know that you once got a girl you loved a dog, and she named her layla.
they'll never know that you once were a boy who this girl loved with all her heart, and on days like this, when new tracks of yours are introduced and your voice once more reverberates through her ears, it's harder to swallow your name.
they'll never know, that there will always be a girl who told you that she couldn't do it anymore, and you reversed out of the driveway and left her standing there. and she regrets it. everyday.

but i do. i know. and i wish i didn't.