So much water draining out of my bay
Into questions I never dare to ask
Twenty-three and going down
Like watching flattop collapse
Agents nesting under my bed
Tertonome muted at the back of my dreams
Scares me to say, oh
Scares me to say
What has become of me
Dear monster, tell me
How could this be?
That five years have been spent
Dying under your tree
Manhattan is sleeping ever see the stars
The form of my hair whispers like breaks through
Smother me did as hard as you can
Kiss me goodbye when I start turning blue
Dear monster, tell me
How could this be?
That five years have been spent
Dying under your tree
Wake in silence at the end of the day
When you shut down the voice in your head
Dear monster, tell me
Where will you go?
Whenever I lay down to sleep
What kind of a monster runs out the door?
When ever he's the one on yours to keep

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