I'm talkin'
I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more
Needle, fatal
Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know it seems to be so
Unappealing
But, oh what a feeling
I wish that you would stop spitting when
You're talking to me
And inside, air dry
I might want to go another way, oh yeah
But you see now I'm too pale to
Get out
Into the lovely light of day, hey
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
But I wish you would stop spitting when
You're talking to me, me
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
One, five, one (1,5,1)
Man to man
Stand to stand
Two, five (2,5)
Talkin' to myself