Your Diary

Suddenly you will believe me What more was it that I could be [is you believe in me] The year two-thousand I'll be back on the dole Single but free The best we'll ever be [your love...] Oh I'm alone in your room There on the floor, there's a little black book You left it there on the floor You left it and I opened it Your diary It's open and inviting me back Why you loved him He's asking you why you loved him He's asking you why you loved him But you couldn't say why you loved him Ohhh But he gave you a list Of all the reasons why he did And you couldn't reply But you could say that you did Your diary It's open and inviting me back His lips like petals Unfurling from a bud I could have ripped page and petals Ripped to the blood But I didn't and don't Want you ever to read Any diary of mine And word I may leave Your diary It's open and inviting me back