so at the end of the day
turns out the lightbulb broke.
extinguishing all light,
turned my dreams to smoke.
throughout the years i’ve learned
there’s no monster underneath my bed,
if you didn’t already know,
he lives up in my head.
he claws at my brain,
pushes tears out of my eyes,
makes me soil the truth
by telling these lies.
he has the string and i’m the puppet ,
just thought you should know
i mean it when i say
i’m at an all-time low.
as the rain pours down
so do the tears down my face,
ripped the diamonds from my neck
and tore apart my lace.
glued the headphones in my ears,
pulled away from the people who care,
“doesn’t matter.” he whispers.
“they were never going to be there.”
so he’s made a home for himself
up there in my head,
Farmer Joe, there’s a reason
all your sheep are dead.

The bath water
is the colour of my eyes;
yet, I don't know
which is wetter.