Truth Yeah I don’t want to be here But there’s you You seem to live inside my atmosphere We might fall, we might break We don’t give what we take We just answer with questions And make mistakes Are you pure? Are you marked? Do you know who you are? Do you know who you are? (Do you know who you are now?) I hope that you can see The better sides of me Am I your make believe? Are you my everything? Strange We seem to live inside a cycle I’m drained Can feel us spinning round in circles We grow old, we find hate We don’t fix what we break We’re malevolent, seething Is it too late? Are you pure? Am I marked? Do we know who we are? Do we know who we are now? I hope that you can see The better sides of me Am I your make believe? Are you my everything? Are you my everything? (A sense of meaning is an orienting reflex) I hope that you can see The better sides of me Am I your everything? Are you my make believe? Are you my make believe? (Sometimes I feel like dust on your shelf Everyday I live my life underground I think that I can hear what I can’t see Do you believe in me? Do you believe in me? Do you believe in me?)