There is this dust bunny living under my bed
It is accumulating my darkest thoughts
Harboring the dreams too blue to share
It tries to protect me from the lies you spill

There is a fork under my mattress
Between the metal bed frame
and my nonexistent box spring
Keeping me from the comfort I need
It is aiding my mind with running rampant
Saving me from staying still

I've met the monster in my closet
And I know she's nothing to fear
Though she has eyes in places they don't belong
You are guilty of putting them there
All for the thrill

© JoyPond