There are true stories
Little white lies
Nothing you [?] me
Not to disguise
I don't wanna labor
Without the blood
Do me a favor
Tell me, what you're thinking of
Cuz I don't wanna have to guess
All of the time
Got my insides out
And it feels alright
There's nothing to see
That can't be shown
There's nothing to read
That can't be known
Have you figured it out?
You have a clue
When I'm with you
And it feels so good
To have nothing to hide
Got my insides out
And it feels alright
Still got a lot of growin up
Still got a lot of owning up
Before we take this any further
But it feels so good to have nothing to hide
Got my insides out
And it feels alright
Got my insides out
And it feels alright