Been gone more days this year then I have been home.
Trading friends for trips to the coast.
This Hotel room feels more like a tomb.
(repeat)
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrist to.

(chorus)
So which is it the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?  Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

Out of my mind gun to my head.
I swear to god i'm through with this.
I am the worst liar I know.

It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrist to.

(Chorus x2)

So Which is it? So Which is it,Which is it (x3)

(chorus)