Off Topic - Conversation lyrics

I think it's time we had a little conversation Me and you I'm willing to admit it's overdue See I'm feeling like life's animation And these two-dimensional story-boards are wearing thin So let me have your exclusive undivided attention Grab a blank notebook and a fresh pen Where do I begin if I don't know the origin? How do I explain why I can't sleep for weeks without medicine? You wanna hear the most recent aggravation? Every time I touch the mic I get a standing ovation But it's probably 'cause there's no seats in here So let me see you on your feet in here You got a man speaking here But all they wanna do is cry into their beers But that's trivial, typical, predictable behavior I can't blame ya I'd probably do the same without my savior I come home at night and write scripture But somewhere back there I lost the big picture You paying attention, man? This fifty bucks an hour ain't cheap And I didn't come here to speak to dead meat I guess that's why the little tape recorder's running So you can play me back later, an*lyze my behavior Give it to your neighbors and other strangers Then y'all can laugh at my expenses, no pun intended And make new conversation about the new patient you're working with Step one is to admit you've got a problem Step two is to help your f**ing self Step three is theoretical Some sort of positive progression toward the unattainable I think it's time we had a little conversation Me and you I've seen what you can do Rearranging concrete mind states Complicated mental cases putting on a happy face Without booze or freebase I got a good friend with a strong faith He says if I can find mine I'll stop wandering space I've researched your work and made several comparisons And I think with the right approach, you might be on to something So I come to you defenseless Balls on the table I got plenty to lose and plenty more to be thankful for But more times than not I'm starting wars 'cause I'm bored This is J. Moore Slightly transformed and off topic Too many years removed from when I thought I knew my conscious And last time I checked I had more than one accomplice Which upgrades my status from ignorance to bliss So please tell me what's the difference So write it all down and read it back so we can hear it out loud Eject bu*ton out the mind, through the mouth I must need this more than money 'cause it's costing me It must be love, 'cause I hurt it but it follows me And it's growing, I can feel it deep inside of me It's like the new cult religion for the lost generation causalities For all of y'all that can't figure it right I'm not talking to the shrink, I'm talking to the mic Step one is to admit you've got a problem Step two is to help your f**ing self Step three is theoretical Some sort of positive progression toward the unattainable