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)...