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the street sounds like a monster |
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grinding it's teeth all the time |
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looking for something to chew on |
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and i'm the only one it can find |
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i'm here down by my bed and |
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hiding my breach in my throath |
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beads of sweat on my forehead |
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it's gonna fine me soon i can tell |
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i'm always afraid of things that don't |
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make sense of me or i'll die |
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to take me back to when i was a child |
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i run around in circles |
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don't know what to do with myself |
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thinking oh my god it will blow now |
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if i don't forget about this |
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i need someone to talk to |
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to get my mind out of this |
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but it's too late they're not gonna answer |
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i have to try anyway |
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i'm always afraid of things that don't |
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make sense of me or i'll die |
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to take me back to when i was a child |
