Truth

I know I won't give you the truth
I know it's late
I know I won't create a fruit
For now we're safe

We were placed in a house with the lights off and the stove on and the heat off
Then we tried to just write down what it could mean when it went south
I heard a story, read a fable, learned a lesson
Why, oh why?
Was I frozen?
Wasn't able to be faithful
My, oh my, damn

I know, I know it's feeling rough
I know the pain
I know, I know it's in our heads
Still we are safe
I know I won't give you truth
I know it's late
I know I won't create a fruit
For now we're safe

I was born in a house with the lights off but a nightlight and a reason
What a good try to be alright with the way that it treats us
I made a movie, wrote the verses, but it failed me
Why, oh why?
Was it hopeless?
Wasn't able to be tasteful
My, oh my, damn



Credits
Writer(s): John Rome
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