The truth about love
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’etat, 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 breath, 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
The truth about love….
