Dark Secret

If I have a dark secret, 
Then I don’t know what it is,
If I had a hard childhood,
Then I can’t remember it,
Born on the Isle of horses,
Where there’s nothing else to do,
Some say it’s god’s own country,
It wasn’t that for me or you

Oh, I didn’t go to school you know,
Oh, it’s a wonder that I’m here at all. 

When we get to the bottom of the bottle,
I am reminded of my childhood bed
And when I see you through the bottom of the bottle,
I know that we won’t leave despite the things we said.

We all drink like fishes,
And we act out how we feel,
Punching holes in plaster,
Getting naked to feel real,
Here comes the latest comedown
And it tastes just like the last,
This town’s as good as your town
And any others you might have passed.

Oh, I’m like a river bed formed long ago,
Tangled and slow, all twisted up in lazy bows.