Strange Love

Everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink

How your hands felt in my hair if we were high on amphetamines

And everybody wants to hear how we chain-smoked until three

How you laughed when you said my name, and how you gripped my hips so mean

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

But the ending is the same every damn time, no-no-no

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

But the ending is the same every damn time

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange

But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

That's the beauty of a secret

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oooh

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name

Or put it deep beneath the track

Like the hole you left in me

And everybody wants to know

'Bout how it felt to hear you scream

They know you walk like you're a god

They can't believe I made you weak

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

But the ending is the same every damn time, no-no-no

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

But the ending is the same every damn time

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange

But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

And I'm gonna write it all down

And I'm gonna sing it on stage

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

That's the beauty of a secret

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oooh

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

These days I can't seem to get along with anyone

Get by with anyone

These days I can't seem to make this right

Well, is this fine? Will you be alright?

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange

But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

And I'm gonna write it all down

And I'm gonna sing it on stage

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

That's the beauty of a secret

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oooh

That's the beauty of a secret

You know you're supposed to keep it

But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything