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