Where’s the Fun in Truth

Regret the things I've done enough to do 'em all again

Over compensate for what I lost by not letting new begin

Lethargy exhausting me, my heart inside my head

But I don't wanna give it up

No, I don't wanna give it up

I don't mean to sound so dark with strangers listening

But I guess you gotta start someplace

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

I'm aware of the regrets I'm recreating

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

But what's the fun in truth?

But what's the fun in truth?

Conspire to kill off every single voice inside my head

So I had a call with confidence and the bottle under my bed

I don't mean to sound so dark with strangers listening

But I guess you gotta start someplace

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

I'm aware of the regrets I'm recreating

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

But what's the fun in truth?

But what's the fun in truth?

I'm not afraid of the truth, ooh

But there's better things to do, ooh

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

I'm aware of the regrets I'm recreating

I'm aware of the mistakes that I am making

But what's the fun in truth?

But what's the fun in truth?