Talking to Myself Songtext
von FiveSidedDice

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