I feel kept and secret, but the novelty is fleeting.   It felt so unexpected, but I know where I belong.      She always comes when the sun runs past the furthest street I know.   And she might say, that "I really like who you’re turning out to be."   And I could go red with you just in the room.   And I’m imperfect, and you should be heading home soon.      The next time that I see you, we’ll be at the party.   The spare bed is the coat rack, and your eyes’ll say please hold back.      I feel so stuck between falling for you and being alone.   The way I’ve always been.   I can’t use the phone. Please get here quick and get me off the floor, oh.      And I could go red with you just in the room.   And I’m imperfect, and you should be heading home soon.