Talking To Myself - Declan Welsh and The Decadent West

There he goes putting that smile on

Aren’t you glad he came?

Aren’t you glad he’s gone?

Do you see his imperfections?

Do they remind you of your own?

Stop it now

You’ll only make things worse

Do you have any of those

Red things in your purse?

Cos I’m feeling self destructive

These conversations are oh so productive

I’m so very pleased we talked about it all

Dirty laundry hanging up against the wall

For everyone to see

But can you see where I’m coming from

Is it coming off

All wrong again?

Excuse me I’m

Just talking to myslf again

Look at you, just the same as me

Th same disease, to the same degree

And we know all the right kind

Of things to do and say

So as to sound like its nothing at all

And sometimes, do you feel very small?

Very small like me

Oh can you see where I’m coming from

Is it coming off

All wrong again?

Excuse me while I slide away

Into better days

Such a funny way

To numb the pain

Am i talking to myself again?