I can be coy or I can be patient
I can sit back but I'm already waiting
I can't get back all the moments I wasted
I can get drunk but I'm already faded
All that I am is plagued with the truth
And all that I am is plagued with the truth

I can be friendly or I can be faceless
I could make love to eyes that are vacant
If I could go back you know that I'd change this
Everything I did to make you feel weightless
All that I am is plagued with the truth
And all that I am is plagued with the truth