Talking To Myself

Am G Am

[Verse 1]
Am
   One day you opened up your eyes 
inside of you
            G6
   Inside a world inside a universe 
you didn’t get to choose
         F                         
   You didn’t get to pick the rules
             C
 or pick the past or set the pace
               F
   Or cast the cast and crew you 
didn’t get to pick your starting 
place

Am
   And though it was a race you 
didn’t understand
               G6
   You simply lined up on the blocks
 and when the pistol popped you ran
                F                  
   And when you tripped and dropped
                        C
 you picked yourself up off the 
ground
                        F
   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
           G6
   Days of shrugged whatevers folded
 in with days of shocking splendor
          F                        
   But as time advanced the lovely 
          C
days were covered up from view
         F
   By an advancing melancholy haze 
that hovered near the dew

Am
   Yet there were moments
                         G6
   There were these pure arresting 
moments when you stepped outside 
your head
   Outside your pain outside 
F                                 
control, outside the bullshit, out
    C
 of body, out of rage
               F
   Outside the need to get it, get 
it, you will never get it, that’s 
okay

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[Chorus]
Am                        G6
   Have you felt a little off today
       F
   Had a lot to say
                C                  
   But wound up talking to 
  Am
yourself?
                           G6
   I've been hunting for a kindly 
ear
                F
   But couldn’t find one near
                C                 Am
   And wound up talking to myself


[Verse 2]
Am
   Had a little spot— where you been
 going through a lot
G6
   Wanna shove it to the bottom— but
 a trouble gonna bubble to the top
F                           C
   Then the bubble gonna pop—and the
 hustle never ever gonna stop
   F
   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
G6
   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
   Issues someone fit to quick 
                      C
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
G6
   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
   guessing shit saying goddammit 
                         C
goddammit goddammit just whispering 
soft
Am                             
   Do you ever get lost, deep in 
your thoughts, tripping when you 
                          G6
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
   There’s no one way this has to 
C
be? or maybe that’s just me

[Chorus]
Am                        G6
   Have you felt a little off today
       F
   Had a lot to say
                C                  
   But wound up talking to 
  Am
yourself?
                           G6
   I've been hunting for a kindly 
ear
                F
   But couldn’t find one near
                C                 Am
   And wound up talking to myself

[Otro]
   Am
   Dada-da-da-da-da
   G6
   Dada-da-da-da-da
   F
   How you feeling today?
   C
   How you feeling today?
   F
   How you feeling today?