I've heard people say that truth is a bitter pill
And sometimes we swallow it down, down, down
Except most of the time we don't
We ignore it, hide from it, run from it
Or sometimes we grab hold of it and twist, twist, twist
Until the bits that were ugly or scary are gone
And we've got something pretty and shiney in our hands
Even if the core is bad, bad, bad
But nobody minds too much as long as you don't poke at it
I guess if you can't see it, maybe it's not really there
Like quantum
So we smile and nod, nod, nod
And agree that it's all relative anyway