I pull up to your house
In my grandma’s ruby-colored car
We’re running in and out of stores before they close
Holding hands and trading your red coat
You feel like home
We’ll either get up super early to see the sunrise
Or stay out too late where there are no cars on the road
I wish I could profess my love for you to the world,
But that’s not what scarlet secrets do
Tomorrow is the first day of school.
The windows are down, and your hair is flying unbound
In the cup holder are melted cheap chocolate hearts
You sharpie our initials onto the front seat of the car
The red pen marks are bleeding through my paper
You buy me strawberry ice cream
And a cherry slushy
To make me feel better
We’re driving to the lookout hoping to see the blood moon
And in between stop sign kisses
I build up the courage
To tell you I love you
But all I hear back is a whisper
The red lights shine in the dark of the night
We’re crying now
I guess I am not your scarlet secret anymore
Because I’m out




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