The Diary from Demons by Brendan Steere

One time, I read your diary in Paris
And I saw the words "I am in love"
So I thought, that I should turn the page
This sounds familiar
And what I saw, I could not wrap around my mind

I thought it was familiar
I'd heard those words before
Flights of fancy, neverender:
Will you crawl into my brain?
You never, ever told me
Secrets keep themselves alive

It made me think of all the times you'd told me the same words
Could every one have been a lie?
Or was it just that you just did not know the words?
Your English was shaky at the time
And I know "j'aime" means different things in different languages

It weighed upon my mind
You never could have known
I hid the diary back upon the shelf
And never opened my mouth
What the hell
Until I wrote this song

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• Pasadena