Songtexte TALKING TO MYSELF - DEMO - Waterparks

The records spread across my floor make me insecure
Cause they're all bigger than me
They're me until I write one more
So I cut out the faces on my favorite magazines
Trade Justin Bieber for a pic of me

And now I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"
And now I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"

I don't hate Houston, it just makes me feel small
And there's not exactly protocol for when everything changes
When you're gone
I wake up every morning to a debut, rent an episode of "I Hate You"
Punching walls and hoping for a breakthrough
I just need somebody new to talk to

Cause I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"
And now I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"
And now I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"
And now I'm talking to the mirror like
"Oh, God, what's wrong? I'm talking to myself again"