If I've fallen to the bottom
Why bother cleaning a room
That's next to nothing
And if I woke up and saw you waiting
The second chance that seemed to
Come must come for something

'Cause I don't understand you
And I'm never gonna try
Got a talent for really never knowing why

In the fresh Brazilian water
He fell and couldn't swim
And no one bothered
When he died, what's really tragic
Is that you missed a shot to
Get what you're really after
Now they're gonna hate you
'Cause you're never coming home
You walk against the crowd
But you hate to be alone

Yeah, that's the truth

Remember you're still a lousy faker
Ten years ago at least
Just a burned out raver
Now you need a favor 'cause
You're living in the past
Who am I to argue? 'Cause nothing ever lasts

Yeah, that's the truth
Come on, baby, that's the truth

When I move, when I run
When I try to shake it
Off you're still the one
Get lost inside a story of better men than me
Squinting in the mirror 'cause it's
Better not to see

That's the truth
Come on, baby, that's the truth nothing

Every pure, best laid plan
Like hissing cracks
Those little maps will curse your hand
If you have to face that
You never stood a chance
'Cause you wore the wrong expression
And another moment passed

When the party's over, you say you gotta go
And it's covered up in smoke so
We'll never have to know

But what's the truth
Come on, baby, what's the truth
What's the truth, what's the truth
What's the truth, what's the truth

What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth, come on
What's the truth

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Writer(s): Daniel Victor Snaith, Jeremy Greenspan, Jessica Lanza