You're a canary, I'm a coalmine
Cause sorrow is all the rage
Take one for the team,
You all know what I mean..
And I'm so sorry, but not really
Tell the Boys where to find my body
New York eyes,
Chicago thighs,
Pushed up the window to kiss you off....

The truth hurts worse
than anything I could bring myself to do...
to you. (x2)

Do you remember the way I held your hand under the lamp post?
And ran home this way so many times
I could close my eyes...

The truth hurts worse
than anything I could bring myself to do...
to you (x4)

The truth....
(x2)