Sore Subject Lyrics

Bring down the rain From up above And shine a bright light On a sore subject
The colors they are bending They're bending over backwards to grant us wishes Almost
But they don't quite reach Almost It's not quite what we expected
It's fading too fast It's fading too fast It's fading too fast It's fading too fast
I suppose it should all be documented and dated The facts aren't straight and the feelings are hellbent Alcohol's a truth serum and the truth is, I fucked up
The truth is It's fading too fast The truth is It's fading too fast
It's not quite what we expected It's fading too fast It's fading too fast
But we cannot blame it on the alcohol The truth is, everything I do irritates you I only need one eye to see, the other one confuses me