This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters
We never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big
moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town

Your secret's out

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a
good one
And it's mind over (you don't, don't) matter

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just
screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored, oh
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts

Your secret's out

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a
good one
And it's mind over (you don't, don't) no...

I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if
it matters

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a
good one
And it's mind over (you don't, don't, don't, don't)
no...

From day one, I talked about getting out,
but not forgetting about how all my worst fears are
letting out.
He said, "why put a new address on the same old
loneliness
when breathing just passes the time,
until we all just get old and die.
Now talking's just a waste of breath,
and living's just a waste of death,
and why put a new address on the same old loneliness?

And this is you and me, and me and you,
until we've got nothing left."