Here I am again, I am here again
I left the wood and the wet pillow
in the other room, where you're sleeping
with memories of the snake oil

And this is my blood and we're still developing
If fast asleep, we're still developing

And snake oil lets the
secrets seep out like
a slow, steady volcano

And sometimes it burns sweet
then sometimes it can burn a hole right through you

But we hold our cards
and we've made the phone calls
And this train is moving too fast to jump off

Well maybe I don't know the first thing about myself
but I am trying really hard to crack this code
and I give up

And it's true that
when I think about my future I go blank
but you are looking at me
like you've got something you can tell me

Well by all means, by all means