Secret Stranger

In a room full of crows, you are a dove dressed in white

And I know that you know I'm placing my eyes on your back

I fight at the urge to say "hello" to say "goodbye"

Fight at the urge to make a gesture I don't understand

As if I can

You look at me and expect me to say

The right and the left and exclude the other way

Now I'm falling and stalling and stumbling over words

A small glimpse of who I am yes you should be concerned

There's no room for a melody or smart catchy hook

Just the trash of what's behind from everything they took