You told me to work on myself
If I could I’d be somebody else
Somebody whose actions,
aren’t forms of distraction—
You make it easy to believe
My head’s a wasteland for stupidity
When someone else is the problem,
we spend our life trying to solve them—
I was a sucker and amiable host
It felt like trying to rescue a ghost
All these words for no reason,
just disappear without meaning—
It’s just something you keep for yourself
When it feels like there’s nobody else
Whispering through the silence,
a recipe full of violence—
But the one thing I learned to believe
Is that nothing’s quiet as it seems
The beating drum in the distance,
now I feel it in my chest—
So when you feel almost alone
It’s not a life sentence just pick up the phone
There’s a recording in my head,
it says our time here’s not pointless—
If it feels like talking to yourself
Then you’re probably talking to yourself
Sometimes to answer life’s questions,
the answer’s in your reflection…