There’s Facts and There’s What’s True — Savage Thunder
Quick Summary
You told your side with facts. I lived mine with truth.
What the songwriter has achieved here is rare: an emotional manifesto disguised as a breakup song. It speaks to the unheard, the unseen, the misremembered. The core insight—that facts may win arguments, but truth stays behind in the wound—is universal, yet deeply personal.
From a musical standpoint, it leans into folk-soul storytelling: rich with metaphor, emotionally layered, and unafraid to challenge the listener’s assumptions. It’s less concerned with hooks than with honesty, and that’s what gives it staying power
Behind the Song
This song spilled out of me like a closing argument I never got to make—not in court, but in the quiet places after love ends. It came from that deeply frustrating space where one person walks away with the “facts” on paper—the clean version, the digestible version—while the other is left holding the messy, lived truth.
I wanted to write a ballad for the ones who get erased by simplicity. Where timelines are used as weapons, logic is mistaken for clarity, and heartbreak is left out of the record. “There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true” became the refrain because I’ve felt that split: between what people say happened and what it felt like inside your chest at 2 a.m.
Each verse was crafted to show another shade of that disconnect—how grief can live in the shadows of what looks like closure, how “winning” the breakup doesn’t mean telling the truth. This isn’t a song that asks for vindication. It’s one that insists on complexity. That says: I lived this too—and my version matters, even if it doesn’t come with proof.
Song Credits
Artist: Savage Thunder
Songwriters: Taf and CC
Producers: Taf and CC
Genre: Dark Pop / Alt-Electronic
Release Date: May 1, 2025
Duration: 7:41
Publisher: Savage Thunder Music
Lyrics Preview
- “Facts are paper, truth’s a flame”—it taps into a seldom-articulated grief: the grief of being misrepresented, simplified, or completely erased by someone else’s narrative.
- “Proof can lie and numbers can spin— / Truth is the ache we carry within”
- “You closed the book, but I still read, / Between the lines, what we both bleed”
- “Truth was hiding in what we hid”
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You said the facts were all on your side,
Tied them up in a ribbon of pride.
Black and white on a printed page,
But I was bleeding between the lines we made.
You said, “This is how it really went,”
Pointed to numbers like they were cement.
But love don’t live in what we can prove—
It lives in the silence, in the way I knew.
[Pre-Chorus]
You called it logic, I called it pain,
You wrote it off while I took the blame.
We stood in courtrooms of memory’s view—
But, there’s facts and then there’s what’s true.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 2]
Your story lines up like a perfect script,
But it never asked how my heart was hit.
History’s neat in the way you speak,
But I lived the echoes, I felt the weak.
You say “we ended” like it’s just a date,
But I still talk to your ghost every eighth.
Proof can lie and numbers can spin—
Truth is the ache we carry within.
[Pre-Chorus]
So go ahead, tally every wrong,
Build your case and play it strong.
But truth don’t always make its debut—
Sometimes it’s just what we lived through.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 3]
You’ve got the facts, cold and clear,
But truth is the voice I still hear.
It’s not in records, not in view—
It lives in cracks, in what we knew.
You can quote the lines, but I lived the proof,
There’s facts… and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 4]
Facts say it ended, but love never knew,
It stayed behind, quietly bruised.
You call it closure, I call it blue,
There’s what we said—
And then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 5]
Tell the world your version, dress it in pride,
But truth don’t wear a suit and tie.
It cries, it breaks, it slips right through—
Facts can lie, but I still know what’s true.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 6]
Facts don’t echo when I’m alone,
They don’t explain this ache I own.
You had your version, polished and new—
But the real story never needed proof.
There’s facts… and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 7]
Facts are sharp, but truth runs deep,
It’s what we carry when we can’t sleep.
One’s a record, one’s a wound—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 8]
You had your chart, your numbered list,
The days I failed, the times I missed.
But love was never black and white,
It lived in whispers late at night.
You showed the world your side so well,
But left out the parts you’d never tell.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 9]
You say I left, you mark the date,
But not the ache that came too late.
A final word, a slamming door,
But not the silence I still wore.
Go ahead, get the record straight,
But truth don’t follow that clean slate.
[Verse 10]
We both know what the story says,
Closed case, no loose threads.
You moved on, I played the fool,
We both pretended that was the rule.
But in the silence after goodbye,
Truth started whispering why.
[Verse 11]
In the space between facts and fiction,
Lies the ache of contradiction.
It’s not in ink, it’s in the scars,
Not in lines, but in the stars.
You told the world what fits the scene—
But the real truth lives in the in-between.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Verse 12]
Your version’s perfect, it plays so well,
The parts you polished, the parts you sell.
But truth don’t need to be pristine,
It cries where no one else has seen.
You closed the book, but I still read,
Between the lines, what we both bleed.
[Verse 13]
You brought receipts and dotted lines,
Tried to prove what was yours and mine.
But I never needed charts or names—
I held the truth inside the flame.
You said, “Here’s the evidence,”
I said, “Love don’t make that much sense.”
[Verse 14]
Truth never needed evidence,
It burned in silence, made no defense.
You stood with facts, cold and intense—
But I stood where it made no sense.
Your case was strong, but you still missed—
The kind of truth that can’t exist
In bullet points or past tense.
[Verse 15]
You made your claim, I bit my tongue,
History’s neat when the song is sung.
But deep inside, I know the cost,
Of all the pieces you just tossed.
You said, “Here’s the evidence,”
But the truth don’t always make perfect sense.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Bridge]
Truth is the tremble behind the smile,
The quiet that lingers after the trial.
You can win the war, and still feel lost—
What’s true is what it really cost.
[Chorus]
Facts are paper, truth’s a flame,
You can’t measure love the same.
Facts are neat, but hearts aren’t clean,
We break in places no one’s seen.
Facts don’t hold me when I cry at night,
They don’t see the ghosts in the morning light.
Truth is messy, raw, and bruised,
Not always clean, not always news.
You think you’ve told the whole damn view—
There’s facts, and then there’s what’s true.
[Outro]
Facts don’t hold me, never did,
Truth was hiding in what we hid.
You call it done, but I still feel—
The kind of pain no chart reveals.
Go on, tell the world your point of view…
But you and I both know what’s true.
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