Well, I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew from the tags You said "See, look, that's yours Stacked on top with your brother's See how they resemble one another Even in their plastic little covers?" And I said I know it well That secret that you know But you don't know how to tell It fucks with your honor And it teases your head But you know that it's good Because it's running you with red Then the snow started falling We were stuck out in your car You were rubbing both of my hands Chewing on a candy bar You said "Ain't this just like the present To be showing up like this?" As the moon waned to crescent We started to kiss And I said I know it well That secret that we know That we don't know how to tell I'm in love with your honor I'm in love with your cheeks What's that noise up the stairs, babe? Is that Christmas morning creaks? I know it well I know it well