Come on and cut me off
I'm shadow boxing, getting lost
I try to keep it down
I'm bored and tired of the sound
When nothing was learned, and nothing found
The roar inside a shell
I'm tired of talking to myself
Words are just echoes in the air
Once again
I'm going back down
Chase the phantom
Talking to myself
Again I'm holding on
It's like a drug
I'm talking to myself
Again it never ends
Just like a jerk
I'm talking to myself