Pink

The truth about love comes at 3am
You wake up fucked up and you grab a pen
And you say to yourself
I'm gonna figure it out, I'm gonna crack that code
Gonna break it break it down
I'm tired of all these questions
And, now it's just annoying
Cause, no one has the answer
So I guess it's up to be
To find the truth about love
As it comes, and it goes
A strange fascination with his lips and toes
Morning breath, bedroom eyes on a smiling face
Sheet marks red burn, and a sugar glaze
Shocking me all, they can eat your eyes
If the truth about love
I think it just may be perfect
The only person of my dreams
I never ever ever ever been this happy
But now something has changed
And The Truth About Love is it's all a lie
I thought you were the one, and I hate goodbyes
Oh, you want the truth?
The truth about love is it's nasty and salty
It's the regret in the morning, it's the smelling of armpits
It's wings, and songs
And trees, and birds
It's all the poetry that you ever heard
Tear it put it down, life lime for get me now
It's the hunt and the kill
The schemes and the plots
The truth about love is it's blood, and it's guts
Pure bread, and mud
So much is without the crust
It takes your breathe, cause it leaves a scar