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A Monster Inside.
A song to be played in B flat.
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Hold my hand, in other words,
Baby, kiss me.
I tell myself day in, and day out,
That I mean nothing (am nothing, am nothing)
But I think it's a lie (why deary)
I feed it to myself morning, noon and twilight
It keeps the self esteem, at bay (miles away)
But this morning something changed
Charlie Brown dance party in my head (turn out the lights)
Hopeful thoughts (put the pedal to the floor, baby)
Misdemeanors and miscreants of my past
(floating like dusty ghosts from shelves I've never seen)
I pack my things up daily (unpack, repack)
Place them delicately in the centre of the room and watch
then wipe away all traces of my touch (fingerprints and empty rows)
and again put my memories on their respective shelves
Day in day out.
Somethings missing.
I saw you again, and then had nightmares.
Is it because I miss you.
Is it regret, I suppose I'm too stupid to ever know, (night windows gleam)
Too stupid and jealous.
Always, always, hallways, always.
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I'm sorry for everything. Not that you'll ever know, I'm far too stubborn to admit I'm wrong.
But you should already know that in your heart.
Right?
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