Talking to Myself

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 drop you picked yourself up off the ground

And picked your scabs and knew you had pick a plan

To end what you began

As you got older there were days of cold surrender

Days of shrugged whatevers folded in 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 ok

Have you felt a little off today?

Had a lot to say but wound up talking to yourself

I've been hunting for a kindly ear

But couldn't find one near and wound up talking to myself

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, 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, tryna get up in your skin and pick this lock

That ticking clock lets you know the bitch you got these situations

Which you issue someone fit too quick should sit you down to talk

Ever wonder who's the crazy one, people walkin' 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

Other times you're alone and when nobody's home

But you walk around mutterin' under your breath

Second guessing 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

Have you felt a little off today?

Had a lot to say but wound up talking to yourself

I've been hunting for a kindly ear

But couldn't find one near and wound up talking to myself

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)

How you feeling today? (How you feeling today?)