The Truth About Love by P!nk
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: E--
Verse 
E
The truth about love comes at 3am
You wake up f*cked up and you grab a pen
           A
And you say to yourself
                                  E
I'm gonna figure it out, I'm gonna crack that code
Gonna break it break it down
    B
I'm tired of all these questions
    A
And, now it's just annoying
     E
Cause, no one has the answer
So I guess it's up to me
           E
To find the truth about love
As it comes, and it goes
A strange fascination with his lips and toes
      A
Morning breath, bedroom eyes on a smiling face
         E
Sheet marks rug burn, and a sugar glaze
         B                    A
The shock and the awe that can eat you raw
E
If the truth about love
Chorus:
E
I think it just may be perfect
You're the person of my dreams
A
I never ever ever ever been this happy
 E
But now something has changed
       B                        A
And The Truth About Love is it's all a lie
   E
I thought you were the one, and I hate goodbyes
(Chord-less/Palm-mute)
Oh, you want the truth?
    E
The truth about love is it's nasty and salty
It's the regret in the morning, it's the smelling of armpits
     A
It's wings, and songs
And trees, and birds
      E
It's all the poetry that you ever heard
B                        A
Terror coup d'etat, life line forget-me-nots
         E
It's the hunt and the kill
The schemes and the plots
    E
The truth about love is it's blood, and it's guts
Purebreds and mutts
Sandwiches without the crust
    A
It takes your breath, cause it leaves a scar
     E
But those untouched never got never got very far
      B
It's rage and it's hate
      A
And a sick twist of fate
              E
And that's the truth about love
The truth about love
(Repeat Chorus)
B           A
Oh you can lose your breath and
B           A
Oh, you can shoot a gun and
B                   A               B                A
Convince you're the only one that's ever felt this way before
B                  A
It hurts inside the hurt within and
B                A
It folds together pocket thin and
B                    A
It's whispered by the angels' lips and
B
It can turn you into a son of a bitch man
(Chord-less)
The truth, the truth, the truth about love is
Truth, the truth, the truth about love is
Truth, the truth, the truth about love is
(Repeat Chorus)
E--
Truth about love!