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I'm talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips But you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? I realise that I've been running from the truth Had the cards in my hand in a suit Made a farse but an act was a cue, girl Eight shots deep in a birthday suit I'm a player that got played like a flute She painted love in my head in a fruit Took me so high with no parachute Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now I'm the one who's tryna weigh you back to back Give everything and made you miss the past I wouldn't press the brakes, you didn't ht the gas It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast You try say you're sick of me like stress bro Then asking me to hang out, baby, yes no How about we grab a last meal like death row? Maybe then I could finally learn how to let go, damn Letras de cancionesI'm talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips But you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? Six shots in, I got missed calls Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls Bloody knuckles from punching out brick walls Like what the fuck is this for? I ain't talking straight malls Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge shot I put you in a pen house, you put me on a ledge Since you are either pissed of, you put me on edge You gave me cold feet, you walking through my head Even took away my breath Now I'm suffocating Always under pressure and it's over taking Put in all this effort, you disregard I'm making Only get your pleasure when my back is breaking From the weight you expect me to carry Like "Ryan, you happy?" I'm very 'Cause if I said our love is buried How quick you ghost it, it's scary So I'l keep on swallowing pride till I'm drowned in you So full of shit, how your stomach is growling Said all that I hear in my ears is the pounding And my heart gives every alarm, it's been sounding You put all these walls up, I thought it's your house But we're fine in public, that shit is astounding That's why I'm so lonely when we're up in crowd 'Cause that's when the people don't hear that we're shouting I'm talking to myself I know we're going down There's whiskey on your lips But you won't hear me out I'm talking to myself Like I'm going insane You won't hear me out Why do I still feel this way? You bang my line when it's half past nine and I might just blow my brain [?] , girl, I might just go Cobain Go ahead, take eight shots All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain Every time you bitch you might burn that bridge You be the match, I'll be the propane From Letras Mania