Monsters

I only speak what is on my mind

It is the truth

Or maybe you can’t trust that cause sometimes things get confused so maybe what I meant to say is I only speak lies

These lies resonate from my mind and connect with the ho hums that sing from my heart

But I guess that is still a lie because only the truth chooses to take the wrong turn at Albuquerque

And only the truth seems to make the world feel good and the sky pour out dreams.

I say what is on my mind because my plate is empty

But excuse me cause I am speaking with my mouth full again

I had something important to explain that just couldn’t wait

A second I forgot again cause the waitress just walked by and she is kinda cute

And she doesn’t want to hear that I am scared of the dark just cause I believe in monsters I believe in monsters because it keeps me young

It keeps me honest shy and bashful.

And you know what I had an imaginary friend but he seems to have out grown me a long time ago

He got bored of playing with my imagination as if it was play doe

And he no longer wanted to paint sloppy grins across faces using pitchers of kool aide

But I miss that cause my friend died in the fall and I still haven’t 
got rid of the songs that sung him to sleep

He is still next to me as I drive home alone and he is proud of my 
silence and my wisdom but all I want is my imagination again

I want to believe that the covers will still save me just as long as I can get them over my head,

And I am happy when people tell me they are haunted by ghost

Cause it means that they believe in something more than what they are told

And again I go to speak my mind

But I have to wait because it has to decipher the ho hums that sing from my heart

And then after I say those words

I have to be told to stop lying

To stop lying under the covers to stop saying what is on my mind

Because I am bringing out the child again and he is scared,

I have to admit that I am still that little boy that runs past the closet on my way to the bathroom at night to escape the monsters

Hopefully you smile because you believe too that the creaks

Are strange creatures

And you sing little nursery rhymes as you avoid the cracks in the side walk

And at night I hope you still go were the wild things are

In order to get there though you have to spin lies instead of truth

Combining the thoughts in your mind with the ho hum of the heart

Saying the things that feel right rather than the things that are right

As for me I will keep telling lies

The ones that rains hope rather than dreams

Taking the right turn at Albuquerque that leads you to a place of action

And you may not understand why I keep fighting the world

That only wants dreams

But I have to do this

Cause it is the only thing that keeps the song from singing me to sleep