Talking to Myself Lyrics

Woke up to a fire in my room

So I began to fan the flames

To engulf myself

Til nothing but my spirit remained

Spontaneous and crude

My wooden heart ablaze

The sticks and stones that are my bones

Are all that will remain

Woke up to a fire in my room

So I began to fan the flames

To engulf myself

Til nothing but my ashes remained

Spontaneous and crude

My wooden heart ablaze

The sticks and stones that are my bones

Are all that will remain

So tell me if you’re sorry

Or if I am to blame

I’m talking to myself

But I’ve got nothing to say

So will we ever change this

Or just stay the same

I’m talking to myself

But I’ve got nothing to say

This perpetual conversation

Never-ending questioning

I’m running out of room to grow in

At least you’re outside, still waiting

I pass out with your body on my mind

I’m lonesome but I’m safe

I long to rest upon your breasts

Sobriety is pain

Alone amongst all these souls

I wonder if they’re the same

Debating with themselves

Confusion in their veins

So tell me if you’re sorry

Or if I am to blame

I’m talking to myself

But I’ve got nothing to say

So will we ever change this

Or just stay the same

I’m talking to myself

But I’ve got nothing to say

This perpetual conversation

Never-ending questioning

I’m running out of room to grow in

At least you’re outside, still waiting

I know myself

Not the way that you all do

And I’ll save myself

And forget you