You hit me in the morningSaid yesterday was boringWhen they heard you call meMust have already been sleepin'Always the excusesMy autumn blue in bruisesYes, he's holdin' his breathHoping what he's thinkin'Ain't know what the truth isNo morePast 12 and you telling me you gotta goGo out tomorrow morning, gonna catch the z's, you knowCome on tell me, tell me, tell me, gotta knowThat everybody and their mama knowsDon't tell TrumanPlease just play along'Cause she might go-go-goIf she knows, noDon't tell TrumanThis might be my final songLove might go-go-goIf she knows, no