"Talk Too Much" lyrics
You talk too much
I can't hear my own thoughs
Over your performative opinions
I'll take it up with all your little minions
Cause they're afraid of you anyway
I think I'll pass
After all, no one asked
I guess they don't have to
To get a piece of you tonight
Oh, I'll bet you're fun at parties
Bet you're the last one to leave
Why can't we call it even?
I worked so hard to scrub it clean and then
You fucked it up again
Got caught up in your head
What's the use in us playing pretend?
I'm holding more spite than
Anyone would recommend
It's eating me alive
It's rotting my insides
And you play too rough
And try to act so tough
With your silly regurgitated opinions
Speaking over the people
You say you're lifting
Oh, it's been years
And you talk too much
Always showing up
With a round of verbal ammunition
Now I'm ganging up with all your little minions
Cause they're afraid of you
And I'm afraid of you
I guess that means you win
You're underneath my skin
And you've been comfortable there
For quite some time now
While I've been learning how to
Learning how to ignore you
Why can't we call it even?
I tried so hard to not be so mean
And then it started to make sense
Played the motions through my head
If you're the one who's always on the offense
No one's gonna think to check inside your closet
Skeletons collecting dust
Sorted neatly, one by one
Why can't we call it even?
I worked so hard to scrub it clean
And then you fucked it up again
Got caught up in your head
What's the use in us playing pretend?
I'm holding more spite than
Anyone would recommend
It's eating me alive
It's rotting my insides
Learning how to
Learning how
Learning how to
Learning how to ignore you
Learning how to ignore you
And people like you
And people like you
Cause people like you
They know how to
Get what they want
And people like you
They know how to get ahead
They'll twist around
What you never said
They'll chase you back and forth again
People like you
They don't like you
And if you want to
You could get the things that you like
I can't hear my own thoughs
Over your performative opinions
I'll take it up with all your little minions
Cause they're afraid of you anyway
I think I'll pass
After all, no one asked
I guess they don't have to
To get a piece of you tonight
Oh, I'll bet you're fun at parties
Bet you're the last one to leave
Why can't we call it even?
I worked so hard to scrub it clean and then
You fucked it up again
Got caught up in your head
What's the use in us playing pretend?
I'm holding more spite than
Anyone would recommend
It's eating me alive
It's rotting my insides
And you play too rough
And try to act so tough
With your silly regurgitated opinions
Speaking over the people
You say you're lifting
Oh, it's been years
And you talk too much
Always showing up
With a round of verbal ammunition
Now I'm ganging up with all your little minions
Cause they're afraid of you
And I'm afraid of you
I guess that means you win
You're underneath my skin
And you've been comfortable there
For quite some time now
While I've been learning how to
Learning how to ignore you
Why can't we call it even?
I tried so hard to not be so mean
And then it started to make sense
Played the motions through my head
If you're the one who's always on the offense
No one's gonna think to check inside your closet
Skeletons collecting dust
Sorted neatly, one by one
Why can't we call it even?
I worked so hard to scrub it clean
And then you fucked it up again
Got caught up in your head
What's the use in us playing pretend?
I'm holding more spite than
Anyone would recommend
It's eating me alive
It's rotting my insides
Learning how to
Learning how
Learning how to
Learning how to ignore you
Learning how to ignore you
And people like you
And people like you
Cause people like you
They know how to
Get what they want
And people like you
They know how to get ahead
They'll twist around
What you never said
They'll chase you back and forth again
People like you
They don't like you
And if you want to
You could get the things that you like
Writer(s): Christine Taylor Goodwyne, Caden Clinton, Nicolette Alvarez, Andrew Anaya
