Watsky - Talking to myself

^Am One day you opened up your eyes inside of you Inside a ^G6world inside a universe you didn’t get to choose You di^Fdn’t get 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 l^G6ined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran And when you ^Ftripped and dropped you picked yourself up ^Coff the ground And picked your scabs^F you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began

^Am As you got older there were days of cold surrender Days of ^G6shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor But as ^Ftime advanced the lovely days were ^Ccovered up from view By an ^Fadvancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew

^Am Yet there were moments There were these pure ^G6arresting moments when you stepped outside your head Outside your pain outside ^Fcontrol, outside the bullshit, out of ^Cbody, out of rage Outside the ^Fneed to get it, get it, you will never get it, that’s okay

^Am Have you felt a little ^G6off today Had ^Fa lot to say But wound up ^Ctalking to yourself? ^Am I've been hunting for a ^G6kindly ear But couldn’t ^Ffind one near And wound up ^Ctalking to myself ^Am

^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 Then the bubble gonna pop^C—and the hustle never ever gonna stop ^FCause 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 should sit you should ^Cdown 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 goddammit goddammit just ^Cwhispering soft ^Am Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of ^G6seeing this through?

^F But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see There’s no one way this has to ^Cbe? or maybe that’s just me

^Am Have you felt a little ^G6off today Had ^Fa lot to say But wound up ^Ctalking to yourself? ^Am I've been hunting for a ^G6kindly ear But couldn’t ^Ffind one near And wound up ^Ctalking to myself ^Am

^AmDada-da-da-da-da ^G6Dada-da-da-da-da ^FHow you feeling today? ^CHow you feeling today? ^FHow you feeling today?