How would I know what I believe is true
if opinions were all I’m holding to
and the wind of my words just whistled through
the empty rooms inside.
Consistency eloped with truth,
and married her to give us proof
that neither one can stand aloof
a bond you can’t divide
If I didn’t think what I said was true
I wouldn’t say it.
If I thought my hose was full of gasoline
I wouldn’t spray it.
And you’re sitting here telling me the truth I knows a lie
when yours is contradictorily stranded high and dry
If everything you’re trying to tell me now is even true
I shouldn’t take the time to even try believing you.
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