He says she was happy, he says she never strayedHe says she was always his, that nothing was betrayedShe says she said nothing, she says she only sawAnd three stories in the gold field leave one crack in every wallPut them in a row and watch the seamsTwo of them are solid, and one of them just gleamsThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me notTwo of them are real and the third one is a plotTwo truths and a lie, but the lie wears a true faceLay the three accounts down, find the hole that's out of placeThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me notHis timeline says a few days, his timeline says some weeksAnd hers just says I watched them while the little red light speaksEach one keeps a corner that the others cannot holdAnd the corner that won't fit is where the real lie lives in goldPut them in a row and watch the seamsTwo of them are solid, and one of them just gleamsThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me notTwo of them are real and the third one is a plotTwo truths and a lie, but the lie wears a true faceLay the three accounts down, find the hole that's out of placeThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me notHe loves me, he loves me not, and the last petal is a lensWhich one of us is lyingTwo truths and a lieYou came here for a cheater, you came to pick a sideBut the deeper you go looking, the more the gold dividesCause maybe two are honest and the third one's just a sceneOr maybe all the truth there is, is the part that stayed unseenThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me notTwo of them are real and the third one is a plotTwo truths and a lie, and the seam is plain to seeThe hole in the perfect story is the camera, it was always meThree truths don't fit, he loves me, loves me not---