I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers

You're a canary
I'm a coalmine
Cuz sorrow is just 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
The 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 home
This way
So many times I can close my eyes

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

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