They told me monsters lived under the bed They told me that monsters are tangible Now the only monsters I know live in my head And they always leave me susceptible
To doubt And fear.
If I tell you the monsters look like me I know that you will think I'm going insane Maybe if I keep telling myself I'm ok I'll believe That normality is something I can maintain
But what is normal?
They told me monsters lived under the bed They told me that monsters are tangible The only monsters I know live in my head Please, I beg you, don't be skeptical.