Go back to those gold soundz
And keep my advent to your self
Because its nothing I dont like
Is it a crisis or a boring change?
When its central, so essential,
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low life opinions
And theyre coming to the chorus now...
I keep your address to myself cause we need secrets
We need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel
That youre social
Never ignorant soul
Believe in what you wanna do
And do you think that is a major flaw
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
The trials over, weapons found
Keep my address to myself because its secret
Cuz its secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now

So drunk in the august sun
And youre the kind of girl I like
Because youre empty and Im empty
And you can never quarantine the past
Did you remember in december
That I wont eat you when Im gone
And if I go there, I wont stay there
Because Im sitting here too long
Ive been sitting here too long
And Ive been wasted
Advocating that word for the last word
Last words come up all youve got to waste