Short Truth - Yumi Zouma

Apart, I knew we couldn’t do it

We’re on a wheel of misfortune

It’s true that I wasn’t certain

Another one who fought to

Keep things finished

'Cause I think it’s stupid that we’re indifferent

And it’s all done, but

Not everything’s useful

'Cause I’m stuck, at drawing the line

We’re not gonna steal away

(We're gonna get mute)

Stuck up in a rut, to ease

(The very short truth)

Surrounding our sight with my sole view

I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you

Nothings gonna be okay

(It's not a clean bruise)

Something in my gut stops me

(To say I need proof)

Whatever alignment we’re thrown to

I’m never deciding our own use

I know your old contemplations

Can make you apprehensive

So sure that every bit wasted

Will end up more suppressive

Now we’ve older

And we’ve just got closer

To what we suffered

And it’s all wrong, but

Not everything’s easy

'Cause I suck at seeing the signs

We’re not gonna steal away

(We're gonna get mute)

Stuck up in a rut, to ease

(The very short truth)

Surrounding our sight with my sole view

I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you

Nothings gonna be okay

(It's not a clean bruise)

Something in my gut stops me

(To say I need proof)

Whatever alignment we’re thrown to

I’m never deciding our own use

We’re not gonna steal away

(We're gonna get mute)

Stuck up in a rut, to ease

(The very short truth)

Surrounding our sight with my sole view

I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you

Nothings gonna be okay

(It's not a clean bruise)

Something in my gut stops me

(To say I need proof)

Whatever alignment we’re thrown to

I’m never deciding our own use

(I'm only gonna mess us around)

It’s just that I could never go again

(I know how this is ending out)

But if I could, I wouldn’t go alone

(I'm only gonna bring you down)

I thought that you would always be a friend

(I know I never gave enough)

And that I wouldn’t have to say

I can’t even see this right

If I can’t be in your life

There’s nothing I use, to resort to

I’m giving this up, to console you

We’re not gonna steal away

(We're gonna get mute)

Stuck up in a rut, to ease

(The very short truth)

Surrounding our sight with my sole view

I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you

Nothings gonna be okay

(It's not a clean bruise)

Something in my gut stops me

(To say I need proof)

Whatever alignment we’re thrown to

I’m never deciding our own use

We’re not gonna steal away

(We're gonna get mute)

Stuck up in a rut, to ease

(The very short truth)

Surrounding our sight with my sole view

I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you

Nothings gonna be okay

(It's not a clean bruise)

Something in my gut stops me

(To say I need proof)

Whatever alignment we’re thrown to

I’m never deciding our own use