[Chorus]
Talking to myself
I know we're going down
There's whiskey on your lips
So 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?

[Verse 1]
I realize that I've been running from the truth
Had the cards in my hand and the suit
Made of hearts was an act by the cute girl
Eight shots deep in her birthday suit
I'm a player that got played like a flute
She planted love in my head and the fruit
Took me so high with no parachute
Screamed the whole way down but I feel so mute now
I'm the one that's tryna win you back
The baggage of everything it made you miss the past
I went and pressed the brakes, you didn't hit the gas
It's funny how the stand still made a collision fast
You try to say you're sick of me like strep throat
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
[Chorus]
Talking to myself
I know we're going down
There's whiskey on your lips
So 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?

[Verse 2]
Six shots and I got missed calls
Karma really is a bitch whenever it calls
Bloody knuckles from punching all the brick walls
Like what the fuck is in store? I ain't talking strip malls
Heard you put up thick walls, I came in with a sledge
Tried to put you in a penthouse, you put me on the ledge
Shit you were either pissed off or put me on edge
Either gave me cold feet or made your way into my head
Even took away my breath
Now I'm suffocating
Always under pressure and it's overtaking
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 quickly you'd ghost it is, scary
So I'll keep on swallowing pride till I'm drowning
You so full of shit, how your stomach is growling?
Shit all that I hear in my ears is the pounding
Of my heart cause every alarm, has been sounding
You put all these walls up, I thought it's your housing
But were fine in public, that shit is astounding
That's why I'm so lonely when were up in crowding
'Cause that's when the people don't hear that were shouting
[Chorus]
Talking to myself
I know we're going down
There's whiskey on your lips
So 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?

[Outro]
You bang my line when it's half past nine and I might just blow my brains
You want that cockback but with that recoil girl, I might just go Cobain
Go ahead, take eight shots
All the drinks you bought, make sure you feel no pain
Everytime you binge you might burn that bridge
You're the match I'll be the propane, I'll be the propane