Lyricist: Sam Beam    Composer: Sam Beam


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
But 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
Until I let you drag me down
If 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

Bitter Truth

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Lyricist: Sam Beam    Composer: Sam Beam


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
But 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
Until I let you drag me down
If 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