Monsters - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I will lose you if I can’t be alone

I’m in love with your eyes when you get me stoned

Drive me home and I’ll sleepwalk back to you

I am the girl that I thought I outgrew

22 years old in my parents home

Still speaking in whispers on the phone

Grandma lit up cursing in the guest room

All pissed off over the font on the family tomb

When I leave I will leave in a quiet way

I’m too quiet to do anything but stay

I keep trying to outline a better life

But the pen’s run dry, yeah the pen’s run dry

The lines never come out right anyway

Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh

Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh

There are monsters everywhere I turn

In disguises my young self couldn’t discern

See them now in my brother’s passing

See them now in my father’s absence

One is curled in a bedside wineglass

In the master bedroom, on mother’s half

I can hear the floorboards on which they creep

I can feel their fingers while I sleep

In a dream I am 14 all again

Watching my big brother talk to them

Saying «She ain’t half your height, pick on someone else tonight.»

Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh

Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh