Dashboard Confessional

Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts
And I know the signals of a straying heart
And I know the stirrings of a double cross
And I see suspicions arise around you
I know the chatter as it starts to creep
I know the walls as they ring and repeat
I know the secrets they were meant to keep
And I see suspicions arise
It's a shame I know
But it all shakes out real slow
When the follies of your weekend
Hang like smoke onto your clothes
And the shame of it grows
When you whisper it nice and low
But all the walls have ears, my darling
And all bad things get known
And I know about you
I know the ceiling when it starts to burn