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    "Talking To Myself" Lyrics


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    One day you opened up your eyes inside of you
    Inside a world inside a universe you didn't get to choose
    You didn't get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace
    Or cast the cast and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place
    And though it was a race you didn't understand
    You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
    And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground
    And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began
    As you got older there were days of cold surrender
    Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor
    But as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view
    By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew
    Yet there were moments
    There were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head
    Outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
    Outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that's okay

    Have you felt a little off today
    Had a lot to say
    But wound up talking to yourself?
    Have you hunted for a kindly ear
    But couldn't find one near
    And wound up talking to yourself?

    Had a little spot where you been going through a lot
    Wanna shove it to the bottom but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
    Then the bubble gonna pop and the hustle never ever gonna stop
    'Cause you get up in the morning get ahead then get to bed
    And then you do it all again until the moment that you drop
    You need a plot, what you wanna witness with this life you got
    You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock
    That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu
    Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk
    Ever wonder who's the crazy the one, people walking to work as if nothing is off
    But if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle
    On somebody's head and looting from shops
    Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home
    But you walk around muttering under your breath second shit
    Saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
    Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts
    Tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
    When you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know how to undo
    But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see
    There's no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me
    This song was submitted on October 16th, 2016.
    Thanks to MCSMeister for the contribution to this song.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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