Conversations with the Self-Centered

Please excuse my manners
 For I suffer from a problem
 Of believing that my thoughts
 Won't go away unless I say them
 So it might sound like I'm talking to myself
 When I'm deep in conversation
 It's a problem that I'm working on
 I thank you for your patience
 But imagine for a second if I could
 Listen to every word that you just said
 Instead of getting caught up in my head
 Trying to finish all your sentences
 And occasionally letting the words slip from my lips
 That I want to say next
 But if I wanted to hear what I wanted to hear
 I would talk to myself all day instead of you
 La la, la la, la la la, I can't hear you
 La la, la la, la la, I'm not listening
 Now I'm hating on myself but I'm not getting better
 So I'm hating on you so it's not self-centered
 Now I'm hating on you but I'm not feeling better
 And I'm hating on myself, and I just need to breathe
 God grant me serenity
 And I swear that if I make it through this moment
 Then I will believe
 God grant me serenity
 And I swear that if I make it through this moment
 Then I will believe in you
 La la, la la, la la la, I can't hear you
 La la, la la, la la, I'm not listening
 And sometimes when I'm playing my songs
 I wonder if there's anybody listening at all
 But I swear to god I hope I die
 Before I ever get bored of singing to myself