Watsky - Talking to myself

^Am One day you opened up your eyes inside of you inside a ^Gworld inside a universe you didn’t get to choose. You didn't ^Dmget to pick the rules or pick the ^Cpast or set the pace or cast the ^Fcast and crew you didn’t get to pick your starting place, ^Am and though it was a race you didn’t understand, you simply ^Glined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran, and when you ^Dmtripped and dropped you picked yourself up ^Coff the ground and picked your scabs, and ^Fknew you had to pick a plan to end what you began. ^Am As you got older there were days of cold surrender, days of ^Gshrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor, but as ^Dmtime advanced the lovely days were ^Ccovered up from view by an a^Fdvancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew. ^Am Yet there were moments. There were these pure arresting ^Gmoments when you stepped outside your head, outside your pain, outside cont^Dmrol, outside the bullshit, out of ^Cbody, out of rage, outside the ^Fneed to get it. Get it? You will never get it, that’s ok^Amay.

^Am Have you felt a little ^Coff today? Had a ^Dlot to say but wound up ^Ftalking to your^Amself? I’ve been hunting for a ^Gkindly ear, but couldn't ^Dmfind one near,^C and wound up ^Ftalking to my^Amself.

^AmHad a little spot where you been going through a lot ^G Wanna shove it to the bottom but the trouble gonna bubble to the top ^Dm Then the bubble gonna pop ^C and the hustle never ever gonna stop, 'cause you ^Fget up in the morning get ahead then 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 ^Dm That ticking clock lets you know that ^Cbitch you got these situations ^Fwitchu issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down and 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 ^Dm Are there times you’re alone now when nobody’s ^Chome but you walk around muttering under your ^Fbreath second guessing shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft ^Am Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of ^Gseeing this through, when you tie your stomach into knots that you don’t know how to undo? ^Dm But do you ever have another moment ^Cafter that, when you can see there’s no one ^Fway this has to be? Or maybe that’s just me.

^Am Have you felt a little ^Coff today? Had a ^Dlot to say but wound up ^Ftalking to your^Amself? I’ve been hunting for a ^Gkindly ear, but couldn't ^Dmfind one near,^C and wound up ^Ftalking to my^Amself.

^Am Da da da da da-da da da ^G Da da da da da-da da, ^Dm How you ^Cfeelin’ today? How you ^Ffeelin’ today? ^Am Da da da da da-da da da ^G Da da da da da-da da, ^Dm How you ^Cfeelin’ today? How you ^Ffeelin’ today? ^Am Da da da da da-da da da ^G Da da da da da-da da, ^Dm How you ^Cfeelin’ today? How you ^Ffeelin’ today?