Truth

I know I won't give you the truth I know it's late I know I won't create a fruit For now we're safe We were placed in a house with the lights off and the stove on and the heat off Then we tried to just write down what it could mean when it went south I heard a story, read a fable, learned a lesson Why, oh why? Was I frozen? Wasn't able to be faithful My, oh my, damn I know, I know it's feeling rough I know the pain I know, I know it's in our heads Still we are safe I know I won't give you truth I know it's late I know I won't create a fruit For now we're safe I was born in a house with the lights off but a nightlight and a reason What a good try to be alright with the way that it treats us I made a movie, wrote the verses, but it failed me Why, oh why? Was it hopeless? Wasn't able to be tasteful My, oh my, damn