TALKING TO MYSELF

I'm talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

But you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

I realise that I've been running from the truth

Had the cards in my hand in a suit

Made a farse but an act was a cue, girl

Eight shots deep in a birthday suit

I'm a player that got played like a flute

She painted love in my head in a fruit

Took me so high with no parachute

Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now

I'm the one who's tryna weigh you back to back

Give everything and made you miss the past

I wouldn't press the brakes, you didn't ht the gas

It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast

You try say you're sick of me like stress bro

Then asking me to hang out, baby, yes no

How about we grab a last meal like death row?

Maybe then I could finally learn how to let go, damn

I'm talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

But you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

Six shots in, I got missed calls

Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls

Bloody knuckles from punching out brick walls

Like what the fuck is this for?

I ain't talking straight malls

Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge shot

I put you in a pen house, you put me on a ledge

Since you are either pissed of, you put me on edge

You gave me cold feet, you walking through my head

Even took away my breath

Now I'm suffocating

Always under pressure and it's over taking

Put in all this effort, you disregard I'm making

Only get your pleasure when my back is breaking

From the weight you expect me to carry

Like Ryan, you happy? I'm very

'Cause if I said our love is buried

How quick you ghost it, it's scary

So I'l keep on swallowing pride 'till I'm drowned in you

So full of shit, how your stomach is growling

Said all that I hear in my ears is the pounding

And my heart gives every alarm, it's been sounding

You put all these walls up, I thought it's your house

But we're fine in public, that shit is astounding

That's why I'm so lonely when we're up in crowd

'Cause that's when the people don't hear that we're shouting

I'm talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

But you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

You bang my line when it's half past nine

And I might just blow my brain

You want that cocked back, with a bad recoil, girl, I might just go Cobain

Go ahead, take eight shots

All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain

Every time you bitch you might burn that bridge

You the match, I'll be the propane