Too Cold Too Hold - Fake Problems

See I’ve got this problem with talking to myself

And hardly ever to anyone else

It’s not that I have nothing to share

I’m just not quite ready to reveal the faults I bare

But I’m pretty sure that I’d prefer some company

Now every night I find myself here

Battling good and evil and facing every fear

So I turn off the lights and I turn off my phone

Lay on the floor and face being alone

It’s not as bad as you’d think

But I’m pretty sure that I’d prefer some company

So I’ve got this problem with talking to myself

About learning to live with the hand life has dealt

I discover solutions over and over again

But I drown them out over every weekend

I’m still pretty sure that I’d prefer some company

Not cold bodies but someone to expect more from me