TALKTOME (II)

I catch the last olive out of the glass It's salty like the year we had Me and my bike We're the last here to walk sober Feel burned out but getting colder Take my time to think this over We were broke We felt fucked We were one man short which sucked But we didn't ever stop I awoke in a bed that feels like mine But it's not me inside that you know It was too hard to go through hell and Come back home Without losing parts of me on the go You fucker didn't open the door When I was at your house I was the first to knock and The last to stand without a doubt You fucker didn't open the door Now you know what that's about I talked to a snake and a spider on my way out May they eat you up May they spit you out And may you some time find What I found out The truth a lie The smile a fake The queen is not What you anticipate The crown's no fate The jewels will break And you'll be left with nothing Cause nothing stays In a bed that feels like mine But it's not the me inside that I know It was too hard to go through hell and Come back home Without losing parts of me on the go I catch the last olive out of the glass It's salty like the year we had We were broke We felt fucked We were one man short which sucked But we didn't ever stop