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 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 whatever's 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?

I've been huntin' 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 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 tryna get up in your skin and pick this lock

That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations with you

Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk

Ever wonder who's the crazy 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 guess 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 huntin' for a kindly ear

But couldn't find one near

And wound up talking to myself

How you feeling today?..