The Truth Is (feat. Mae Whitman)

It's hard to come back home again Slip into who you were then To take a look at who you were And try to try as hard as her How you try, you try, and you lie No wonder it's so hard to find Sentences to speak your mind Your story's full of stops and starts You left out all the ugly parts And oh, you bend and you twist And oh, you've earned permission to exist But the truth is the cost is too high To keep splitting yourself to fit somebody's lie And the truth may be hurtful to hear But you must disappoint before you disappear And the truth is You don't know what the truth is Now you've come back home again You find you're still who you were then Cracking codes to win the prize Constantly in compromise And so your life makes no sense 'Cause oh, you've hidden all the evidence But the truth is you've gotta come clean You can't run and hide if you want to be seen And the truth is the lies have to go If there's somebody out there who you want to know And the truth is You want them to know what the truth is And the truth is It's up to you what the truth is And the truth is...