Talking To Myself

There he goes putting that smile on Aren't you glad he came? Aren't you glad he's gone? Do you see his imperfections? Do they remind you of your own? Stop it now You'll only make things worse Do you have any of those Red things in your purse? Cos I'm feeling self destructive These conversations are oh so productive I'm so very pleased we talked about it all Dirty laundry hanging up against the wall For everyone to see But can you see where I'm coming from Is it coming off All wrong again? Excuse me I'm Just talking to myself again Look at you, just the same as me, The same disease, to the same degree And we know all the right kind Of things to do and say So as to sound like its nothing at all, And sometimes, do you feel very small? Very small like me Oh can you see where I'm coming from Is it coming off All wrong again? Excuse me while I slide away Into better days Such a funny way To numb the pain Am i talking to myself again?