It's hard to tell the truth, I've got to let you know.

But if I lied to you, could we take it slow?

Oooh, are these my friends, is this how life is, is this how ill end, like my father says.

Well, if I've fallen for you, then I must like this bruise, ive never grieved, I never sigh, im hardly sad.

Theres no fire for you and its not so bad.