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 till 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 till 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 till 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 round
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
l 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
Themes nothing I'd 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 till 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 till 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