Talking To Myself

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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                                      C
   You didn’t get to pick the rules 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                                          C
   And when you tripped and dropped 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                                  C
   But as time advanced the lovely 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
                             F                                     C
   Outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
               F
   Outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that’s okay

Am                        G6
   Have you felt a little off today
       F
   Had a lot to say
                C                    Am
   But wound up talking to 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

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
                                                     C
   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
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
                                                           C
   guessing shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
Am                                                                                        G6
   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
                                  C
   There’s no one way this has to be? or maybe that’s just me

Am                        G6
   Have you felt a little off today
       F
   Had a lot to say
                C                    Am
   But wound up talking to 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

   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?

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