2 X 4 - Blind Melon

I’m talkin’I’m talkin'

I’m talkin’to myself more

Needle, fetal

Someone’s pouring warm gravy all over me And you see that synthetic therapy

Don’t you know it seems to be so unappealing

But, oh what a feeling

But I wish that you would stop spitting when you’re talking to me And inside, air dry

I might want to go another way

But you see now I’m too pale to get out

Into the lovely light of day

Oh, I’ll do anything that you say

Oh, I’ll do anything that you say

But I wish you would stop spitting when you’re talking to me

I’m talkin’to myself more

Man to man

Stand to stand

Talkin’to myself