always.

Brittle little smile, pretty petrol eyes
We keep our shadows locked up here inside
Try not to offend or to disappoint them
Write them letters you will never send

Don’t show that you’re hurt; you won’t be the first
To hide the bruises there under your shirt
Oh, and your secret’s safe with me, so admit your complicity
And write them words that they will never read

Oh, they stay in shadows — all the heartbreakers…
Oh, they stay in shadows — all the troublemakers…
It’s always the quiet ones.