nothing but the truth

you can have a friend who always tells you the truth
tells it like there’s really nothing left to lose
the kind of friend who will faithfully wound
the kind whose love is always in the mood
for telling you nothing but the truth
nothing but the truth

bleary-eyed days, sleepless nights
living on the streets, where nothing’s right
wasn’t always this way, but now it is
all wrapped up in yesterday’s news
making choices you didn’t wanna choose
didn’t think you’d go this way, but you did

you can have a friend who always tells you the truth
tells it like there’s really nothing left to lose
the kind of friend who will faithfully wound
the kind whose love is always in the mood
for telling you nothing but the truth
nothing but the truth

countless ways to say the same thing
one way to look at the stuff that’s unseen
always been that way, and always will
looking for the unexpected turn
learning lessons we won’t wanna unlearn
didn’t think I’d end up this way, but I did

you can be the friend who always tells me the truth
tells it like there’s really nothing left to lose
the kind of friend who will faithfully wound
the kind whose love is always in the mood
for telling me nothing but the truth
nothing but the truth

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