The Monster

I'm friends with the monster

that's under my bed

Get along with the voices

inside of my head

You're trying to save me,

stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy,

yeah, you think I'm crazy

I wanted the fame,

but not the cover of Newsweek

Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey

Wanted to receive attention for my music

Wanted to be left alone in public.

Excuse me

For wanting my cake and eat it too,

and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon

'cause my ego inflated

When I blew; see, but it was confusing

'Cause all I wanted to do is be

the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool

when I blew steam

Hit the lottery, oh wee

But with what I gave up

to get it was bittersweet

It was like winning a used mink

Ironic 'cause I think

I'm getting so huge I need a shrink

I'm beginning to lose sleep:

one sheep, two sheep

Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith

But I'm actually weirder than you think

'Cause I'm

I'm friends with the monster

that's under my bed

You're trying to save me,

stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy,

yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

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