Me Myself and I

I've give up listening to the stories they said
They just fill the spaces that I could be using in my head
And who the hell is the they? And that's what they say
That saying don't make sense to me anyway
We spend our precious time listening anyway

So, I might give up on the world
Close all the doors
Get back to feeling and strumming some chords

Remember the things that I know to be true
Then I'll stare up at the sky
I'll laugh and I'll cry

Reckon until my damn reckoner's dry
Then at the end, I'll be grateful that I am alive
That depends on me, myself and I

I've give up wasting my breath on those who are deaf
They wouldn't pay attention
Even if the words were carved from lead

So, I'll laugh and I'll joke
I'll drink and I'll smoke
I'll act like this whole goddamn thing is a joke
But if I take off early, you'll know why

And I might give up on the world
Close all the doors
Get back to feeling and strumming some chords

Remember the things that I know to be true
Then I'll stare up at the sky
I'll laugh and I'll cry

Reckon until my damn reckoner's dry
Then at the end, I'll be grateful that I am alive
That depends on me, myself and I