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