[Intro: Tuka] What would you do if I sang you a tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song I will try not to sing out of key [Pre-Verse 1: Tuka] I am Mr Inside, listen to my outcry I wear my inner on my outside, yeah [Verse 1: Tuka] No sh**, you're depressed again All that's left is H20, a pack of Nurofen And a very heavy head to mend I rest in bed, scared to be with you alone Used to be the best of friends, you're just somebody that I used to know And as you lose control, I realise you never Really had it, clearly damaged, every action nearly habited First place, true, but before I let you Have it let's inhabit our mutual birthday suit Born March twentieth, my first name's Brendan I reckon that's your birthday and your first name too Question: what you doing when you're talking to yourself As in, who is this an end to every thought you've ever felt Before you send for help it gives you strength in times of weakness Fighting off those tiny demons while you're way too blind to see them Tryna show them signs of reason Shine a light to find the meaning, it's kind of like the find the being From all your hidden secrets, little misdemeanours Even to that real deep sh**, yo, I deal with the pain When there's no one else to feel it When you feel insane, questioning what real is That f**er in your brain when your mind turns numb That universal truth that you try to hide from [Post-Verse 1: Tuka] Mr Inside, listen to my outcry Bout time you heard what I really sound like, yeah [Hook: Tuka] S'all right Go ahead and tell me all your problems Everybody got some I ain't goin' nowhere if you wanna holla No sh** talkin' isn't gonna solve one S'all right Go ahead and tell me all your problems Everybody got some I ain't goin' nowhere if you wanna holla No sh** talkin' isn't gonna solve one [Post-Hook: Tuka] Said I think I'm going out of my head Said I think I'm going out of my head Said I think I'm going out of my head [Pre-Verse 2: Solo] Mr Inside showed up without invite I wear my inner on my outside, right [Verse 2: Solo] No sh**, there you go, so sick of your own company Can't take it no more so you figure you'll run to me And spill it out, all of your fears and doubts That nobody up in here gonna wanna hear about Now as your shouts get drowned out by this inner racket Wreaking havoc, symptomatic, self-pity addict In the worse way, true, but before I let you have it Let's inhabit our mutual birthday suit It goes born Jan. thirteeneith, my first name's Nicholas I'm thinking it's your birthday and your first name too Ridiculous, isn't it, how we can wind up at the point Of bickering with one another, staring out into the void Being that you and I are just one conjoined being We should be achieving at least a front that's unified But I've been here the whole time Through your eyes I've watched on and seen the way you're turning cold inside Ever present like a mental poltergeist Got me on speed dial but meanwhile, I hold the line Always talking, never listening, always taking, never giving For someone so full of sh** you can be so very convincing So let this be the instant the penny drops And you walk out on this vicious monologue It goes [Post-Verse 2: Solo] Mr Inside, listen to my outcry Bout time you heard what I really sound like [Hook: Tuka] S'all right Go ahead and tell me all your problems Everybody got some I ain't goin' nowhere if you wanna holla No sh** talkin' isn't gonna solve one S'all right Go ahead and tell me all your problems Everybody got some I ain't goin' nowhere if you wanna holla No sh** talkin' isn't gonna solve one