Truthful

There’s curtains on the window
And chairs to block the door
I keep myself a secret
While dancing on the floor
I call I higher power, but I cannot connect
I call a higher power, but only call collect

I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am, I am
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am
I don't want to be useful, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am

The gold that I would paint with is washing off my hands
I write about the beaches, but never see the sand
And all the time a filter is wrapped around my head
It bends the words you’re saying and all the words I said

I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am, I am
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am
I don't want to be useful, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am

First people say it in writing
Then people say that it’s wrong
Don’t know what I’ve been inviting
Into my songs

I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am, I am
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am
I don't want to be useful, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
I’m trying to be truthful, I am, I am, I am, ohh...