Talking To Myself Lyrics - Watsky

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 whatevers 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 

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Have you felt a little off today 

Had a lot to say 

But wound up talking to yourself? 

I've been hunting for a kindly ear 

But couldn't find one near 

And wound up talking to myself 

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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, 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 trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock 

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

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

Ever wonder who's the crazy the 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 guessing 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 

Dada-da-da-da-da 

How you feeling today?