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 chainsmoked until three
 
 And 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
 
 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
 
 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
 
 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 it 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
 
 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