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