Talking to Myself (you)

I want to let it all out
But I don’t know what I would say
Or who would listen
White noise in a cabaret

I seem to have misplaced my rhythm
Swagger, that is
I used to think that you were everywhere
But now I am questioning that

I’ll deny that I ever had that thought
If you turn out to be real
Exist
Only in my dreams, babe

Welcome to the inside of my head
At the center of a quincunx
It’s a word
look it up