Keeper

My secret keeper calls me up to talk And I hear him coming back down the hall And I'll drink to try and keep the moment still, sitting next to you But he comes on in then there's nothing I can do So go a head and talk to him I'll just sit and think about instruments Go a head I was feeling torn Now I'm fine I'm trailing at the back of the pack And you're leading like you're planning an attack I come back down And you're following somebody else again And I lost track like I wasn't watching at all So go a head and talk to them I'll just sit and think about anything Go a head I was feeling torn Now I'm fine