You made this harder than it had to be

The absolute marker, etching into me

You flashed your colors at me, way prematurely

Now I know what you're up to and it feels so good

It's right



We've got your number written

Reset the system screaming

Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now

These sitting ducks in season

The march of little children

Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now



The truth will cut you down to pieces

One eighty four, lets burn it down

If I can't keep from living with this regret

I'll need to change the way I think about us



I listened to them chuckle as they eat

Their judgment hiding behind eyes and dirty teeth

You think I care for all these phony pleasantries

when I want nothing to do with, I want nothing to do with your life



We've got your number written

Reset the system screaming

Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now

These sitting ducks in season

The march of little children

Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now



The truth will cut you down to pieces

One eighty four, lets burn it down

If I can't keep from living with this regret

I'll need to change the way I think about us



(Bye, bye, bye!) (x2)



and you don't have a mark

You're the prettiest thing I have ever seen



One eighty four, let's burn it down

I need to change the way I think



Hang your secrets, hang em' up, hang em' up now 

x9