The magician palms the coin
Caresses your face, and taa-daa
He pretends it came from your ear
But it didn’t
He was holding

The dealer plays the concealed card
Flourishes it, even
It ruins your hand
You think it’s just bad luck
It wasn’t – he was holding

I held something secret, too
Held it tight, even from myself
Now I’m peeling my fingers away
Even if I have to break them
But I can’t deny it – I was holding