Discussions with Myself

This used to be fun, you know
I had mastered the art of being alone
How was I supposed to know
That ‘me time’ is best served in moderation

This used to make sense, you know
‘If you don’t love yourself - how could anybody else?’
So I cleared my schedule
But now I share the bed with my ego

I think I might be lonely
Can barely admit it to myself
And I think I might go crazy
Having the same old discussions with myself

It’s been a long week, hasn’t it?
You sit across from me, but your mind is distant
If you dare to let me in
We’ll split our troubles like we split the bill

I think I might be lonely
Can barely admit it to myself
And I think I might go crazy
Having the same old discussions with myself

I think I might be lonely
There, I said it, what’s the harm in it?
I think I might just be okay
Having the same old discussions with myself