Monsters
Lie awake, lately, I just can't sleep
I'm counting backwards under my breath
Pitch black, can't see, can't help but think
That if monsters can't get onto the bed
Then what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
Late nights, lately
I've been keeping my thoughts real clean
One eye open as I dream
Flat back, bent knees
Headphones on for some peace, but
I'm ready to run if I need
But I can't run from all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these—
How'd they get inside my head?
What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these voices?
So what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
The way that I feel
That monsters are real
I'm counting backwards under my breath
Pitch black, can't see, can't help but think
That if monsters can't get onto the bed
Then what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
Late nights, lately
I've been keeping my thoughts real clean
One eye open as I dream
Flat back, bent knees
Headphones on for some peace, but
I'm ready to run if I need
But I can't run from all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these—
How'd they get inside my head?
What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these voices?
So what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
The way that I feel
That monsters are real
Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Gavranich, Joseph Allan Neary, Jordan Richard Burmeister
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