I think I’ve always wanted to write a song with the line “Why are you hitting yourself?” Whether it’s a bullying older brother, Brad Pitt/Edward Norton in Fight Club, or a metaphor for self-destructive behavior, I think it works quite nicely as an image.

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Sometimes I am over you
Sometimes I am falling still
I don’t know quite what to do with it all

When I try to speak my mind
I put my foot in my mouth
Put my foot on the gas, I hit a wall

This will be killing me
As I walk backwards
Trip and I fall from it all
I will reach out to strike, fight
And brawl there
Maybe I don’t even care
Punching air

I wanna smack you in the face
I want you to apologize
And tell me I was so right all along
But you are not who I think
If I got too close to you
I would see that everything feels wrong

This will be killing me
As I walk backwards
Trip and I fall from it all
I will reach out to strike, fight
And brawl there
Maybe I don’t even care
Punching air

So careful who you blame, child
Sometimes it’s just anger
No one else can make you feel small
I guess it begs the question
“Why are you hitting yourself?”
Sometimes there is no one else at all

This will be killing me
As I walk backwards
Trip and I fall from it all
I will reach out to strike, fight
And brawl there
Maybe I don’t even care
Punching air
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