I wish I could just repeat the whole truth
About this melodrama in our youth
Shall I just pretend that everything's fine?
And that we're always happy all the time
I'm so sick and weary of these lies
And pretending to be fine all the time
Just to always satisfy
Then a truth gets denied
To present the image
We're alright
I wish I could just go and tell the whole world
Just exactly how our depiction unfurled
How my happiness stems from you
But also how you made me paint the town blue