words I speak biased by flattery
I can say honestly don't mean a thing to me
I find it hard sometimes
it's something I fear
I always say what you want to hear
I can't speak the truth,
No I'd feel like dirt
it seems so hard but it helps the hurt
you and I need to set it straight
this is not the way and it's not too late

sometimes the truth might break your back
it's not my call
cut me some slack

but it still stands honesty will win
it's where I end and god begins
it's hard to hurt and so easy to flatter
it's the little things I say that really matter

sometimes the truth might break your back
it's not my call
cut me some slack

if it's what you want to hear anything will fly
just hope you still think I'm a nice guy