Bitter Truth

Our missing pieces walked between us
 When we were moving through the door
 You called them mine, I called them yours
 You would make me get so angry
 Then I'd stay there on my own
 We've both made peace, but all alone
 Some call it talking blues (talking blues)
 Some call it bitter truth
 Some call it getting even in a song
 I kept reading hidden meanings
 You would rage how I was wrong
 That life was too short, and you'd stayed too long
 Let's be honest, we were strongest
 'til I let you drag me down
 I was sorry then, I'm not now
 Some get a garden heart
 Some get a riverside
 Some get a house that lets the years go by
 That life has ended, you seem contented
 While the graveside flowers die
 I call them yours, you call them mine
 Nothing makes silence like experience
 There's a message in my eyes
 You better love yourself, 'cause I've tried
 Some call it talking blues (talking blues)
 Some call it bitter truth
 Some call it getting even in a song