No Good With Secrets

Every time that you shout from across the street Never comes out a sound, just the way you look at me What have you heard about me From those kids I always see you hangin' out with What kind of gossip and calculations We've got something to hide on my side of town No it's no real surprise, but word gets around I don't know what you heard about me From those kids I always see you hangin' out with Their only outlet: indignation When they call up your house you're nowhere to be found Say you're not coming out, but you'll still come around I know you're no good with secrets You always seem to forget just what the point is I hear the words slip out of your lips