Worst Kept Secret

Call me a good time, call me relief

Thorn in your side

And I'm stuck in your teeth

Call me a saint and I'll try and pretend

Call me a weirdo you're trying to mend

But don't call me a friend

Call me your favourite, call me a cab

Worst kept secret, cats out the bag

Calling me weak and I'll try and defend

Calling me out, call it the end

But don't call me a friend

I know, you give it to me, psycho

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

And I know, you're loaded like a rifle

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

After the conversations, drowning in expectations

I can't be your salvation, I won't be your salvation

So don't call me a friend

I know, you give it to me, psycho

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

And I know, you're loaded like a rifle

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

And you ricochet right past

Like a slingshot through the glass

Now your fingers are full of cuts

From the pieces you tried to pick up

I don't know what it means when I still won't answer

Broken legs of a dancer

A rat on a wheel, I don't know how to feel

But I'm running into nothing

I know, you give it to me, psycho

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

And I know, you're loaded like a rifle

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind

We're just falling about

Falling about my mind