monsters

where do we go when the lights go down

what do we do in the dark

when there's nowhere to go

and nowhere to play

save for monsters in our heads.

don't turn the lights on baby,

don't turn the lights on now,

the nights not over

and i'm not ready

for you to see me

while i'm playing with

monsters in my head.

look away dear

please hear me now

i'm not always like this

not always not like this

please

don't ask me to change

i don't know what i'd 

leave behind anyways.

who am i

who am i to you

who are you to know (that)

what you think is true.

I guess I am just what you made me

what you parade me 'round to be

but after dark

when the lights go down

and there's nowhere to go

and there's no one to play

'cept the monsters in my head...

...do i feel at home,

with the 

cold 

sweats

shivers

fingernails in my neck

the eyes that are watching see me at my best

the voices tell me (that) it's somebody's worst.

-still,

tough love is true love and no one pushes harder,

the monsters are the only ones who push me to be better.

don't turn the lights on baby

don't turn the lights on now,

the night's not over

and i'm not ready

for you to see me

while i'm still working on

just who 

i really am.

---

Cause i'm a monster baby

a monster now

turn the lights on if you want to

i'll cast a shadow down

you'd better be ready 

for what you're 'bout to see though,

the voice in your head 

is only faceless in shadow

(if) you wanna see your fears

then you wanna bring up the sun

and if you want them to be real

just gotta look them in the eyes

oh, turn the lights on baby

please turn the lights on now

the night's not over

and you're not ready

the dawn isn't coming

you'll never be ready

i've been in the dark for so long

do i even have a face?

haven't seen myself since i was someone else

do i even have a face?

turn the lights on baby

turn the lights on please

i've got to know if i am still here

i cannot tell if i am real.

Turn the lights on baby

turn the lights on now

I've got to know if i am still here

I cannot tell if i am real.

Turn the lights on baby

turn the lights on now

turn the lights on baby

turn the lights on.

Author's Note

first half was written at 4-5am after a hell of a party, second half was written throughout the next day. I don't feel it's finished yet.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I'm no expert, mind you, far from that, but a lot of this feels like it would make a great song. I like the rhythm of it. Oh, the voice in my head!