My own personal muse Who suffers the slights of the truth What I couldn't do I shy away from the pews Who strike me with hate that they spew Well it's nothing new Their remedy never seemed like something that I could use This recipe fit for kings always just gave me the blues When all that I could be was lying out dead on the street Take me back to the place you used to go in your head You changed the lock switched the key Must have been something I said When all that I could be comes falling apart at my feet Take me back to the place you used to go in your head You changed the lock switched the key Must have been something i said When all that I could be Is more than I'd ever believed