This Monologue

I’ve gotta get in shape and
I’ve gotta lose some weight, but I’m not there
I’ll get my start tomorrow

I’ve gotta get outside and
I’ve gotta quit my hiding; I’m not there
I swear I’ll start tomorrow

Let’s stay up all night thinking
About every new beginning I got wrong
Stuck in the echo chamber

You call yourself a friend?
Remember what you said
And hit rewind till you break the tape and drown
So just swallow, and let’s go

This monologue, it brings me down
This monologue, it freaks me out

I can’t ignore it so I’ll second guеss myself
Wait for my world to melt
Cash in my mental hеalth
Oh, that drivel writes itself

Every day, in every way, I’m getting older and older
And that’s okay, I guess?
I’m good enough, I’m smart enough
And doggone it, people like me! I think?

You’re way too sensitive
Don’t be so negative
You’re turning red again
Hey, try a little harder, buddy

Don’t be so sensitive
Nervous and negative
A final warning: would you try to not embarrass me again?

This monologue, it brings me down
This monologue, it freaks me out

Extract it, and bottle it at the source
We’ll sell it door-to-door as our new miracle cure
With the taste of lime!
A cold comfort by design!