Snake Oil

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