Tinker with the Truth

Can't paint the other side of you Can't say if it's gray or blue I need your help when I match When I attach I won't faint when the number's low I won't wait until I'm down below I need your help when it's late When I can't find the gate No more questioning Your decisions are deafening So close to what I'd do Why tinker with the truth So many calls that we have to make I'd rather send a message any day You've looked it up and figured it out before I had doubt With the strength of a flower stem And the cut of a splintered gem You socialize with a smile, inform with some style No more questioning Your decisions are deafening So close to what I'd do Why tinker with the truth No more questioning Your decisions are everything Exactly what I'd do Why tinker with the truth Taking some control back is good for me Giving some control back is good for you I still need your beacon to keep me organized I still need your urging, your asking, your eyes