Sometimes, hearing somebody else's laughter is the best way to get over yourself. And sometimes, telling people your ridiculous secrets is the best way to make them untrue. That, in a nutshell, is what this song is about.


Tear down the locks
I know I won't need them where I'm going
We've both taken shots
Guess that's part of being all-knowing
If we're growing past my fears,
Do you think that you'll still wait for me here?

Come tomorrow if it's dark
Before the sun's setting, I'll remember
The peek into your heart
That fed me from May to December
Every ember's dying out
But I'll tell you what the poems were about

If you start laughing 'bout, laughing 'bout my faults,
And swear to me that 'cause I messed up
You'll still laugh about, laugh about it.

My six string guitar
Still patiently scarring and trying,
Will wait at the bars
For you to prove that you weren't lying
And if I'm crying on that day
Will you promise not to ask if I'm okay

And just start laughing 'bout, laughing 'bout my faults,
And swear to me that 'cause I messed up
You'll still laugh about, laugh about it.

Take me outside, I'll tell you what I know, what I know
Pull me aside, I'll tell you what I know
Take me outside, and tell me what you know, what you know
Pull me inside, and show me where you go

And if you turn out every light
I swear that I'll drop it the next night

And just start laughing 'bout, laughing 'bout my faults,
And swear to you that if I mess up
I'll laugh about, laugh about...

Just start laughing 'bout, laughing 'bout my faults,
And swear to me that 'cause I messed up
You'll still laugh about, laugh about it.

Tear down the locks
I know I won't need them…