I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
You're a canary, I'm a coal mineCause sorrow is just all the rageTake one for the teamYou all know what I mean
And I'm so sorry, but not reallyTell the boys where to find my bodyNew York eyes, Chicago thighsPushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to youThe truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
Do you remember the way I held your hand?Under the lamp post and ran homeThis way so many timesI could close my eyes
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to youThe truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to doThe truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to youThe truthThe truth