Short Truth

作曲 : Josh Burgess/Christie Simpson/Charlie Ryder/Sam Perry
Apart, I knew we couldn't do it
We're on a wheel of misfortune
It's true that I wasn't certain
Another one who fought to
Keep things finished
'Cause I think it's stupid that we're indifferent
And it's all done, but
Not everything's useful
'Cause I'm stuck, at drawing the line
We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use
I know your old contemplations
Can make you apprehensive
So sure that every bit wasted
Will end up more suppressive
Now we've older
And we've just got closer
To what we suffered
And it's all wrong, but
Not everything's easy
'Cause I suck at seeing the signs
We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use
We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use
(I'm only gonna mess us around)
It's just that I could never go again
(I know how this is ending out)
But if I could, I wouldn't go alone
(I'm only gonna bring you down)
I thought that you would always be a friend
(I know I never gave enough)
And that I wouldn't have to say
I can't even see this right
If I can't be in your life
There's nothing I use, to resort to
I'm giving this up, to console you
We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use
We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use