Monster Monster

Sick of drinking poison Sick of worrying Sick of telling lies You're just sick of listening What a bastard child I have made myself What a stab What a missing truth I hope I can get home to you What's the use in going it alone? What's the use in goin

In that room where you sit Where you live I know it's good to you God, I know it's good to you In your fear where you lay Where you think It eases all the pain All the pain of what you made One last night at the lonely wheel One last taste of the sin

Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Some old weird and familiar sound It's just you leaving town, my God August came around Summer comes and leaves you with a fever That you caught When you were young Summer goes,

In this strange tangle of love I'm learning how to see In this weird change of space I"m learning to believe in this life I'm living, I feel you helping me If I were a monster Would you wince When you looked at me? If I were a freak would you stare?

With a stutter, I'll be talking No with my sickness I'll get through somehow You won't, no you won't, hey With a fever, I'll put up a fight With my temper Can't get through tonight And you won't, no you won't I am sick of me and all my... If I had yo