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 THE ME INSIDE THAT YOU/I KNOW
IT WAS TOO HARD TO GO THROUGH HELL AND
СОМЕ ВАСК НОМЕ
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
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