Gimme, gimme, gimme the truth now I promise I can handle it if you can Cause you've been running from yourself for Way too long So give me any reason not to cut you out You're far too gone, yeah Watch you pretend you know it all Shift any blame aside Vending the victim when it sells How do you even sleep at night? As I drive and drive In that bleak December, you're just too cold But I need the answer, before you fold You would hold your cards inside your chest I think I drove too far for that bleak December And how full of shit you are,