Talking To Myself

	  		
Intro: Am G Am 

verse 1 
Am 
   One day you opened up your eyes inside of you 
            G 
   Inside a world inside a universe you didn’t get to choose 
         F                                      E 
   You didn’t get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace 
               Am 
   Or cast the casting crew you didn’t get to pick your starting place 

Am 
   And though it was a race you didn’t understand 
               G 
   You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran 
                F                                          E 
   And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground 
                        Am 
   And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began 

Am 
   As you got older there were days of cold surrender 
           G 
   Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor 
          F                                  E 
   But as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view 
         Am 
   By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew 

Am 
   Yet there were moments 
                         G 
   There were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head 
                             F                                     E 
   Outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage 
               Am 
   Outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that’s okay 

 
Am                        G 
   Have you felt a little off today 
       F 
   Had a lot to say 
                E                    Am 
   But wound up talking to yourself? 
                           G 
   I've been hunting for a kindly ear 
                F 
   But couldn’t find one near 
                E                 Am 
   And wound up talking to myself 



verse 2 
Am 
   Had a little spot— where you been going through a lot 
G 
   Wanna shove it to the bottom— but a trouble gonna bubble to the top 
F                           E 
   Then the bubble gonna pop—and the hustle never ever gonna stop 
   Am 
   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 
Am 
   You need a plot — what you wanna witness with this life you got 
G 
   You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock 
F 
   That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu 
                                                     E 
   Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk 
Am 
   Ever wonder who’s the crazy the one— people walking to work as if nothing is off 
G 
   But if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle on somebody’s head and looting from shops 
F 
   Are there times you’re alone now when nobody’s home but you walk around muttering under your breath second  
                                                           E 
   guessing shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft 
Am                                                                                        G 
   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 
F 
   But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see 
                                  E 
   There’s no one way this has to be? or maybe that’s just me 

 
Am                        G 
   Have you felt a little off today 
       F 
   Had a lot to say 
                E                    Am 
   But wound up talking to yourself? 
                           G 
   I've been hunting for a kindly ear 
                F 
   But couldn’t find one near 
                E                 Am 
   And wound up talking to myself 


Outro 
   Am 
   Dada-da-da-da-da 
   G 
   Dada-da-da-da-da 
   F 
   How you feeling today? 
   E 
   How you feeling today? 
   Am 
   How you feeling today? 

   How you feeling today?