Talking To Myself

I'm talking to myself these days
More than I usually do
'Cause then I'll know how all would sound
When they pour out in front of you
Writing my words before I say them
I wanna see them written
So that I'll be sure they look the way I mean them to

And I might be crazy
To think that if it's perfect it will feel right
And I will feel fine
And I might be crazy
To think that closure comes from saying goodbye
When sometimes it does but sometimes it doesn't

Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken
Perfectly clear, perfectly chosen
With perfect insight
And it don't make it right

Sometimes your heart's prefectly open
You think the truth will fix what's been broken
Instead it feels like you just can't make it right
Can't make it right, right
Can't make it right, right

I'm thinking about you in the distance
Reading my words and phrases
Silently relating how I hope you will
I'm waiting for words that you're not saying
You're like a ghost in training
Avoiding saying anything to save me from my crazy
'Cause I said if it's perfect it will feel right
And I will feel fine
And I might be crazy
To think that closure comes from saying goodbye
When sometimes it does but sometimes it doesn't

Sometimes your words are perfectly spoken
Perfectly clear, perfectly chosen
With perfect insight
And it don't make it right

Sometimes your heart's prefectly open
You think the truth will fix what's been broken
Instead it feels like you just can't make it right
Can't make it right, right
Can't make it right, right