Mysteries — Yeah Yeah Yeahs

My arms are all twisted, the only thing I miss is I messed up, I missed it, I messed up, the missing of you

It's getting to sound like they’ve seen you around with her

No mystery, no mystery, no mysteries

Everyone knows the secretest code of mine They'll tell all my friends and they'll tell all my enemies too

Mystery, no mysteries, no mysteries No mystery, no mystery, no mysteries Take it away, Nick

Well, I don't even know what it's like not to go back to you I don't even know who I like less You own me, you own me, you own me, ooh Well, it's anyone's, anyone's guess, it's anyone's, anyone's guess

Stress, stress, stress, twist Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress