The dates never made sense
It fitted perfectly in
And I went to the latest entry
The fact it was locked or even where she kept it
It explicitly detailed a recent adventure up the park
I eventually found the right key and
Eventually I had to stop reading it
Under some pictures and books
Slamming it behind her
Shut the drawer and phoned you
Hushed phone calls virtually every night
With a boy she said she had forgotten about
See, I don't know what to do
I don't know
There were people I had never even heard of
Then peeked through the blinds
It's just a feelin'
Every key she has is on the same keyring
And it got worse as it went on
I've been lying about where I'm going
Because I started to feel sick
It took me a while to find the right one
Or following her when she goes to work
But as I said at the time
So I put everything back the way I found it
Leaving her keys swinging and jangling
Her friends stop talking when I come in the room
She never tried to make a secret of the box or
I keep having
And then I found some sort of sex diary
There were these pictures of friends and ex's
I stayed in bed until I heard the downstairs door shut
"If you've nothing to hide, why hide it?"
They look at each other, and I don't know
Fantasies about leaving her Dictaphone under the pillow
And she ran out the door
Put the box on top of the bed and opened it up
And as soon as she was out of sight
Anyway
I went for the keys
I suppose I've had my doubts for a while there's been
Letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad
It's one of those wee red cashbox things
And she keeps it in a drawer by the bed
