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See I got this problem with talking to myself |
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And hardly ever to anyone else |
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It's not that I have nothing to share |
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I'm just not quite ready to reveal the faults I bear |
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But I'm pretty sure that I'd prefer |
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Some company |
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Now every night I find myself here |
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Battling good and evil and facing every fear |
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So I turn off the lights and I turn off my phone |
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Lay on the floor and face being alone |
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It's not as bad as you think |
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But I'm pretty sure that I'd prefer |
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Some company |
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So I've got this problem with talking to myself |
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About learning to live with the hand life has dealt |
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I discover solutions over and over again |
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But I drown them out over every weekend |
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I'm still pretty sure that I'd prefer |
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Some company |
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Not cold bodies |
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But someone to expect more from me |
