Talking to Myself - Me Not You

Come on and cut me off

I’m shadow boxing, getting lost

I try to keep it down

I’m bored and tired of the sound

When nothing was learned, and nothing found

The roar inside a shell

I’m tired of talking to myself

Words are just echoes in the air

Once again

I’m going back down

Chase the phantom

Talking to myself

Again I’m holding on

It’s like a drug

I’m talking to myself

Again it never ends

Just like a jerk

I’m talking to myself