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See I got this problem with talking to myself And hardly ever to anyone else It's not that I have nothing to share I'm just not quite ready to reveal the faults I bear But I'm pretty sure that I'd prefer Some company Now every night I find myself here Battling good and evil and facing every fear So I turn off the lights and I turn off my phone Lay on the floor and face being alone It's not as bad as you think But I'm pretty sure that I'd prefer Some company So I've got this problem with talking to myself About learning to live with the hand life has dealt I discover solutions over and over again But I drown them out over every weekend I'm still pretty sure that I'd prefer Some company Not cold bodies But someone to expect more from me From Letras Mania