Talking To Myself

[Chorus]

Talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

So you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

[Verse 1]

I realize that I've been running from the truth

Had the cards in my hand and the suit

Made of hearts was an act by the cute girl

Eight shots deep in her birthday suit

I'm a player that got played like a flute

She planted love in my head and the fruit

Took me so high with no parachute

Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now

I'm the one that's tryna win you back

The baggage of everything it made you miss the past

I went and pressed the brakes, you didn't hit the gas

It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast

You try to say you're sick of me like strep throat

Then asking me to hang out baby, yes? no?

How about we grab a last meal like death row?

Maybe then I could finally learn how to let go, damn

[Chorus]

Talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

So you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

[Verse 2]

Six shots and I got missed calls

Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls

Bloody knuckles from punching all the brick walls

Like what the fuck is in store? I ain't talking strip malls

Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge

Tried to put you in a penthouse, you put me on the ledge

Shit you were either pissed off or put me on edge

Either gave me cold feet or made your way into my head

Even took away my breath

Now I'm suffocating

Always under pressure and it's overtaking

Put in all this effort, you disregard I'm making

Only get your pleasure when my back is breaking

From the weight you expect me to carry

Like "Ryan, you happy?" I'm very

'Cause if I said our love is buried

How quickly you'd ghost it is, scary

So I'll keep on swallowing pride till I'm drowning

You so full of shit, how your stomach is growling?

Shit all that I hear in my ears is the pounding

Of my heart cause every alarm, has been sounding

You put all these walls up, I thought it's your housing

But were fine in public, that shit is astounding

That's why I'm so lonely when were up in crowding

'Cause that's when the people don't hear that were shouting

[Chorus]

Talking to myself

I know we're going down

There's whiskey on your lips

So you won't hear me out

I'm talking to myself

Like I'm going insane

You won't hear me out

Why do I still feel this way?

[Outro]

You bang my line when it's half past nine and I might just blow my brains

You want that cockback but with that recoil girl, I might just go Cobain

Go ahead, take eight shots

All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain

Everytime you binge you might burn that bridge

You're the match I'll be the propane, I'll be the propane