You say my strings are dead
I didn't ask but thanks again
As I let it go straight to my head
Breakfast with a side of gossip
Hope it's true I know it's not
Spill some tea and pour it piping hot
You are a story I tell myself
Nothing more than a twisted self help
I never fight back the words that I repeat
Whisper them softly every time I go to sleep
Spinning in circles 'till it's something I believe
Cut a verse so you wont be offended
On the off chance that you
Hear my song and connect the dots
Who am I to change the way I speak
The way I hold myself I'm deep
But I'll get out now that I know
I am a story I tell myself
What if I write down a new tale to tell
Then I can fight back the words that I repeat
And live right through them every day that I can be
A new beginning
Till it's something I believe