P!nk - The Truth About Love

The truth about love,

Comes at three a.m.,

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 answers,

So, I guess it's up to me to find it.

Truth about love,

As it comes, and it goes,

A strange fascination,

It is lips and toes.

Morning breath, bedroom eyes,

On a smiling face,

Sheet marks, rug burn,

And a sugar glaze.

The shock and the awe,

That can eat you raw,

Is the truth about love?

(Ah, the truth about love).

I think you just may be perfect,

You're the person of my dreams.

I've 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.

Terror, coup d'état,

Life line, forget-me-nots,

It's the hunt and the kill,

The schemes and the plots.

The truth about love,

Is it's blood, and it's guts.

Purebreds and mutts,

Sandwiches without the crust.

It takes your breathe,

'Cause it leaves a scar,

But those untouched never got,

Never got very far.

It's rage and, it's hate

And a sick twist of fate,

And that's the truth about love,

(Ah, the truth about love).

I think you just may be perfect,

You're the person of my dreams.

I've 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 can lose your breath,

Oh, you can shoot a gun and,

Convinced you're the only one,

That's ever found his way before.

It hurts inside the hurt within and,

It folds together, pocket thin and,

It's whispered by the angels' lips and,

It can turn you into a son of a bitch, man.

The truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(I think you just may be perfect),

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(You're the person of my dreams).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(I've never ever, ever),

(Ever been this happy),

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(But now something has changed).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(And the truth about love),

(Is it's all a lie).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(I thought you were the one),

(And I hate goodbyes).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(I think you just may be perfect),

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(You're the person of my dreams).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(I've never ever, ever),

(Ever been this happy),

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(But now something has changed).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

(And the truth about love),

(Is it's all a lie).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is,

(I thought you were the one),

(And I hate goodbyes).

Truth, the truth,

The truth about love is.

The truth about love.