TALKING TO MYSELF

I'm talking to myself
 I know we're going down
 There's whiskey on your lips
 But 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?
 I realise that I've been running from the truth
 Had the cards in my hand in a suit
 Made a farse but an act was a cue, girl
 Eight shots deep in a birthday suit
 I'm a player that got played like a flute
 She painted love in my head in a fruit
 Took me so high with no parachute
 Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now
 I'm the one who's tryna weigh you back to back
 Give everything and made you miss the past
 I wouldn't press the brakes, you didn't ht the gas
 It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast
 You try say you're sick of me like stress bro
 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
 I'm talking to myself
 I know we're going down
 There's whiskey on your lips
 But 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?
 Six shots in, I got missed calls
 Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls
 Bloody knuckles from punching out brick walls
 Like what the fuck is this for?
 I ain't talking straight malls
 Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge shot
 I put you in a pen house, you put me on a ledge
 Since you are either pissed of, you put me on edge
 You gave me cold feet, you walking through my head
 Even took away my breath
 Now I'm suffocating
 Always under pressure and it's over taking
 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 quick you ghost it, it's scary
 So I'l keep on swallowing pride 'till I'm drowned in you
 So full of shit, how your stomach is growling
 Said all that I hear in my ears is the pounding
 And my heart gives every alarm, it's been sounding
 You put all these walls up, I thought it's your house
 But we're fine in public, that shit is astounding
 That's why I'm so lonely when we're up in crowd
 'Cause that's when the people don't hear that we're shouting
 I'm talking to myself
 I know we're going down
 There's whiskey on your lips
 But 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?
 You bang my line when it's half past nine
 And I might just blow my brain
 You want that cocked back, with a bad recoil, girl, I might just go Cobain
 Go ahead, take eight shots
 All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain
 Every time you bitch you might burn that bridge
 You the match, I'll be the propane