this one's for the monsters
hiding under your bed
they're hungry
and they need to be fed
and you're looking like a hot pocket
wrapped up in your blanket
at night when you're alone
surrounded by shadows
i don't know where they go
but I know where the monsters come from
they come from somewhere deep inside us
beneath our sinus
in the empty pits of our hearts, that's where they're from
and there they live happily
feeding off my anxiety
and that's how they survive
but you know one day I'll kick them I'll out and I'll say
how things are so much better today
and I'll say how things are so much better
and how now I can sleep at night
and everything's alright
now the monsters are left without a home
they're left out in the cold
but you know I'll see them again someday
in some random coffee shop
and I'll say
"you guys always have a home in me"
feel free to come and go as you please