Monsters (Shouldn't Feel This Way) (2010)
You are a black moth,
A smudge on my white paper,
I shouldn't be afraid,
I keep telling myself that,
It's all just monsters in my head.
I shouldn't feel this way,
You are black mark on my heart,
But I remember when you were Blue-Green,
And bright.
A smudge in my brain,
Shouldn't feel this way,
About the monsters in my head.
And I tell myself,
That this is no time to be having an
Identity Crisis...
But the monsters in my head,
They push me onwards,
Towards the darkness ahead.
Shouldn't feel this way,
Becuase you are that black mountian up ahead,
Looming gigantic in my sight,
A smudge on the landscape,
Maybe I shouldn't fear you,
Maybe it's me after all,
A smudge in my brain,
Mountain in my mind...
Shouldn't feel this way,
About the monsters under my bed,
And I keep telling myself,
That this is now time to be having an
Identity Crisis...
You'll end up consuming me,
If I let you...
But I must admit,
Out of all the monsters in my head,
And under my bed,
I love you,
The
Best
Of
All.