Declan Welsh and The Decadent West - Talking To Myself

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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?