Talking To Myself

You've got me running all over town

Trying to keep my cool

As you go floating from bar to bar

Playing me like a fool

Well I ain't no packing mule

Won't carry that load for you

But If you wanted to

You could come home

You've been throwing old pity around

Trying to catch a ride

While I've been calling up the police department

Making sure you're alright

Don't lay that weight on me

Even though I can take a beating

If you wanna see me now

You can get lost

Over

Over and over

I don't mind

I don't mind

Hit the road about a month before

I was sleeping in my car

Busted head and shaking hands

Let me to where you are

Now I'm talking to myself

Put the bottle back on the shelf

You don't need that hell

Pick up and move on