Oh, what are you keeping in? Embarrassment, guilt or a sin? Where have you been? So I’ll keep my cards held close. I don’t want you to know I know the things you don’t want me to know. And yeah, there’s something I see in the way, a discomfort you can’t keep at bay. I’m watching the way your body speaks, and I can’t help it to see that you’re spent. Yeah, I’m sure that you needed less, but I don’t think I can give you what you need. You know what to say but you won’t. You know it’s so hard letting go, Or maybe you don’t. So bury your shame in the ground. Carry on, thanks for sticking around. Now we’re all feeling buried somehow. Maybe this will seem like a farewell, because it seems I won’t see you. It seems we’ve met an end. But maybe I’m really not angry. I just thought we’d be married, but we’re breaking plans. Maybe I just can’t relate to you and all of the things that you’re going through. Let’s bury the bones. I will wish you well instead of a bitter end, and I will paint you gold like you’re still feeling it. Yeah, this may be a ghost, and I may be chasing it, but I will paint you gold.