Secrets in the Lyrics by S.M. Donaldson Page A

talk for a few more minutes, in which he apologizes numerous times for
     how I was treated.  I decide I’m ready to go knowing that I didn’t want this visit
     to be very long.  I wanted him to know how I felt and move on.
                  After retrieving our things from the check-in area, we make our way out to the parking
     lot.  Once inside the SUV, I slump down in the seat and close my eyes.

 
                  The ride back to the hotel has been quiet to say the least.  I feel the tenseness
     coming off of her body.  I still feel a little twinge of anger that she referred to
     me as her bandmate and best friend.  How in the fuck am I just that?  As we pull into
     the parking lot, she looks over at me.  “I better get my own room tonight.” What the fuck?  Is she running now?
                  I look at her like she’s lost her mind.  “Why?”
                  “Well, Scarlet is coming tomorrow.  Aren’t they going to stay with you?”
                  “No, she and Lover-boy already have a room for themselves.  You are staying with me.”
                  “What are you going to tell her about us?”
                  “It’s none of her business, right?  Besides, you said it yourself to your dad.  We
     are just friends .”  I know she can hear the sarcasm dripping off my tongue.
                  “What’s the problem with that?”
                  I roll my neck around to get it to pop.  “So, we aren’t any more than that?  Just
     friends that fuck around.”
                  She starts rubbing her temples.  “How do I explain it to my dad, or anyone for that
     matter?  What do I say, then?  I’m not ready to label us.  Hell, we are still keeping
     this a secret from everyone but the band.”
    “If it was up to me, we wouldn’t be a secret from anyone.  I want the world to know
     you’re mine, Ivie.  I’m nervous as fuck because I’m afraid I’m going to wake up one
     morning and you’ll be gone.  The only reason I haven’t told you any of this is because
     I’m afraid you’ll run.”  We’ve made our way into our room, slamming the door behind
     us.
                  “That’s bullshit, Gable, and you know it.  If it all goes wrong, I can’t leave the
     band.”
                  “Exactly, you don’t want to leave the band.”
                  She turns, grabbing her purse.  “Fuck you, Gable.  I’m going for a walk down by that
     lake we saw on the way in.  Leave me alone, I’ll be back when I get back.”
                  With that, the hotel room door slams again.  Fuck, they are going to call security on us.   I sit around texting with Ryder about his and my sister’s trip tomorrow.  He said
     he’s telling her tonight at Thanksgiving Dinner, so I’m sure I can expect a call from
     her just after they finish.
                  After an hour or so, I pull out my guitar, thinking about Ivie.  I didn’t mean to
     be such an ass, but it’s as if she wants to just blow off what we have.  I start fiddling
     with the strings and humming.
                  You unlock the door and climb inside-
                  You don’t need seat belts for this ride-
                  You take my heart and hold it in your hands-

              Taking for granted where you stand-
                  I’ve never been one to let go of control-
                  But with you I seem to do that more-
     
                  About that time, the door opens and Ivie comes back in.  I look up.  “Hey.”
                  “Hey.” She says softly.
                  I place my guitar on the floor and pull her by the hand to the sofa.  “Sorry about
     losing my shit earlier.  You’ve had a bad couple of days.