Nothing left to lose

I opened up my eyes, he opened his
and said to me: "Let's settle all of this.
I don't have any more to lose;
and never saw those ways to choose."

"I've been a devil, saint and all between
I sang for money, sang for love and gin
but now, as silence eats the man I know
I figure I can't lose what I can't show."

Then darkness filled the over-crowded room
and for a second, through the greyish fume
of cigarette ashes, painting us in cream,
all voices stopped and people seemed to dream.

"You say you've nothing left to lose" I spoke,
the words escaped my lips, like smoke,
"Well, if that's true you'd better try
to find some things before you die."

"Imagine meeting death at last
and, telling him about your past,
admitting that you felt no fear
and, even dying, cried no tear."