There ain't no monsters under my bed,
they are inside my head.

Plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars
cast lights, at night,
on my bedroom window.

Looking up at them takes me back to when
When, I was awake and I heard you creep in.
You asked if I was still asleep and soon we were looking up at them.

It was just me and you and we sat the whole night through..
Promising me that I won't have to go to sleep
until I see my first with you.

Looking at my window.
if only these plastic stars could shoot across my room
and bring me back to you.
Sitting in those lawn chairs.
I was not prepared
one after another
they passed
making us gasp at how fast they flew
Just me and you.
Just me and you.

The first one passed,
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I was a little scared that it wouldn't stop but then you whispered in my ear "make a wish"
So I did.
You didn't make me go back to bed, but instead
we just sat in sweet silence looking up at that night sky.
Another after another passed and I was soon out of wishes.

You gave me my kisses and put me back in bed.
Your little sleepy head.
Memory made
that I think of now and again
especially when I look up to the sky,
remembering that night with you,
my favorite guy.
Just you and I
                                        Just you and I.
                                                                           you and I.
                                                                                                          you and I.
                                                                                                                                         and I.
                                                                                                                                                                  I.
                                                                                                                                                                             I.
                                                                                                                                                                                              I all alone.

My daddy always told me
I would catch my hair
with flames.

I bow down to the
little black toaster;
praising his holy name.

Oh! Let me give thanks,
little black toaster,
for you have now fulfilled my every need.

I huff and puff
on filter stem;
hijacked cigarette now all mine.

You've helped me grow up
You stood quietly in the background of my life
Silently fixing all my problems before I even knew they were there
I have always been
and will always be
a daddy's girl

Its days like these
That i wonder why
Girls are waiting
For that special guy.

They call him their prince
Because their king
Has been there since
Birth.

Their fathers are kings,
Waiting for them to grow
Waiting for them to realize these things
Their kings know.

everywhere I go I see you
you're the clouds in the sky
the flowers in the garden
the stars at night

you were my superman
the one who was going
to live forever
now you're gone

I can never pick up the phone
and call you again
I can never tell you
how much you meant to me

you'll never be able to hold
me in your arms as I cry
daddy come back
I miss you

Overwhelming, bitter, unsteady
Alcohol burned my nostrils
Wisps of the scent crawling
Crawling through my sinuses
Lodging in my nervous system
Obscuring the thoughts
Adhering to the brain

Your choice affects me.
And though it may seem strange,
Such a way of delight enters me
When you speak my name.
We dance with a dance
That is not our own
Statistical, recycled, frequent

Beer bottles chipped, flutes shattered
From slamming against the coffee table.
You twirl me towards a wine glass.
Blood seeps from the shards
Staining crimson, the carpet of facade.
Acidic from heel to bunion,
Daddy no longer dances.