Текст песни Talking to Myself - Watsky

One day you opened up your eyes inside of you
Inside a world inside a universe you didn't get to choose
You didn't get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace
Or cast the cast and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place

And though it was a race you didn't understand
You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground
And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan
To end what you began

As you got older there were days of cold surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor
But as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew

Yet there were moments
There were these pure arresting moments
When you stepped outside your head
Outside your pain, outside control, outside the bullshit
Out of body, out of rage
Outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that's okay

Have you felt a little off today
Had a lot to say
But wound up talking to yourself?
I've been hunting for a kindly ear
But couldn't find one near
And wound up talking to myself

Had a little spot, where you been going through a lot
Wanna shove it to the bottom, but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop, and the hustle never ever gonna stop
'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

You need a plot, what you wanna witness with this life you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock
That ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations wit' you
Issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk

Ever wonder who's the crazy the one
People walking to work as if nothing is off
But if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle
On somebody's head and looting from shops
Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home
But you walk around muttering under your breath
Second guessing shit saying
Goddamn it, goddamn it, goddamn it, just whispering soft

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
But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see
There's no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me

Have you felt a little off today
Had a lot to say
But wound up talking to yourself?
I've been hunting for a kindly ear
But couldn't find one near
And wound up talking to myself

Dada-da-da-da-da
Dada-da-da-da-da
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?

Dada-da-da-da-da
Dada-da-da-da-da
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?

Dada-da-da-da-da
Dada-da-da-da-da
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?
How you feeling today?