Apes of the State

Conversations with the self-centered

Songtext

Please excuse my manners
For I suffer from a problem
Of believing that my thoughts
Won't go away unless I say them
So it might sound like I'm talking to myself
When I'm deep in conversation
It's a problem that I'm working on
I thank you for your patience
But imagine for a second if I could
Listen to every word that you just said
Instead of getting caught up in my head
Trying to finish all your sentences
And occasionally letting the words slip from my lips
That I want to say next
But if I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear
I would talk to myself all day instead of you

La la, la la, la la la, I can't hear you
La la, la la, la la, I'm not listening

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Now I'm hating on myself but I'm not getting better
So I'm hating on you so it's not self-centered
Now I'm hating on you but I'm not feeling better
And I'm hating on myself, and I just need to breathe
God grant me serenity
And I swear that if I make it through this moment
Then I will believe
God grant me serenity
And I swear that if I make it through this moment
Then I will believe in you

La la, la la, la la la, I can't hear you
La la, la la, la la, I'm not listening

And sometimes when I'm playing my songs
I wonder if there's anybody listening at all
But I swear to god I hope I die
Before I ever get bored of singing to myself