2x4

I'm talkin'
I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more

Needle, fatal
Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me, oh yeah
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing
But, oh what a feeling

And I wish that you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me

And inside, air dry
I might want to go another way, oh yeah
But you see now I'm too pale to get out
Into the lovely light of day, hey
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'll do anything that you say

But I wish you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me, me

I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more
I'm talking to myself more

One, five, one

Man to man
Stand to stand
Two, five

Talkin' to myself