Talking to Myself - Betcha

Say brain

Why you gotta lie…

The truth is not a loaded gun

Wait brain

We don’t have to brawl

To feel alive

Talking to myself again… speak up

Walking back through hell again… keep up

Because I’m always on the move

That’s right I’m always changing moods

There’s two sides for your life

Back again

Steady deja vu will hit you like a porch-light

Now you’re borderline pretend

Talking to myself again… speak up

Walking back through hell again… keep up

Because I’m always on the move

That’s right I’m always changing moods

You said that life was a cage

You’ve fallen in love with the rage

You said that nothing but good’s what you wanted to say

Pulled up inside and unloaded a gauge oh no…

Look at all the lines you’ve thread

It’s feeling like a vinyl press

There’s honey-water pumping out the side of the neck

Money laundered under everytime I checked

Look at all the lines you’ve thread

It’s feeling like a vinyl press

There’s honey-water pumping out the side of the neck

Money laundered under everytime I checked

You should be in New York state

Ringing in a New Years Day within…

Because I’m always on the move

That’s right I’m always changing moods