I need to have a word with myself,
I will deal with you afterwards.
I'll leave my mind at home on a shelf,
I'll be liking myself.
I'll be liking myself.

And words just seem to itch like the roof of my mouth,
And living with the scars just seems impossible now.
And all there is is nothing where this child used to sit,
Am I liking myself, no, I'm so far from it.

So everyone who's looking on me,
Show me nothing thats left to learn.
And when I ask you who you see,
I'll be liking myself.
I'll be liking myself.

I can't make up my mind if I'm inside or out.
My thoughts all just dissolve into impossible doubt.
I'm taking on the world, I can always admit,
That I'm liking myself, no, I'm so far from it.

So nothing stays the same,
It's not so bad to find yourself then find yourself again...
Find yourself again...

So I need to have a word with myself.
I will deal with you afterwards.
I will deal with me afterwards.
I will deal with me afterwards.