"Worst Kept Secret" lyrics

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