— He's keeping secrets.
— He's 17. I'd be worried about him if he weren't keeping secrets.
The promises we made were not enough (Never play the game again)
The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug (Never gonna hit the air)
The secrets that we sold were never known (Never sing a song for you)
The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go.
(Never giving in again, Never giving in again)
Some secrets need to stay buried.
Of course, I keep secrets. Everybody does. It's called survival. The trick is keeping track of which secrets are which, and what lies go with them...and who helped you with which lie. Then there's the secrets you know nothing about, that you're not even a part of... that are eventually going to show up and bite you in the ass. And then what you do about the person who shares your secrets, but no longer shares your life? I've got enough secrets. I have a hard enough time with the secrets I already have.