Close the door, don't feel like being open Leave a box of tissues by the bed The thought of you still haunts me like a omen And I don't know exactly how we met
Thought I shook you so long ago But I guess that's just how it goes Follow me here, follow me there, you follow me home Some days are just worse I guess Thought I left you back in the past Thought I was done, tryna out run, but you're too fast
So I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters I call them friеnds
Looks like I got everything I wantеd I'm finally making proud my mum and dad But I go back to my one room apartment And I would trade the dream for what they have
I know that I can't complain 'Cause really my life's okay But every night, I close the blinds, to hide from my shame Some days are just worse I guess Thought I left you back in the past Thought I was done, tryna out run, but you're too fast
So I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters I call them friends
Ah, ooh-ooh, woah, oh No, I don't, no, I don't Ah, ooh-ooh, woah, oh No, I don't, no, I don't Ah, ooh-ooh, woah, oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah But at least my monsters don't leave me alone
Yeah, I guess that's just how it goes And I'll never let you go Follow me here, follow me there, you follow me home Some days are just worse, I guess I'll never escape my past Thought I was done, tryna out run, but you're too fast
So I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters No, I don't mess with my monsters I call them friends
Compositores: Brett Aaron Truitt (Truitts), Quinn Lewis Delbridge (Quinn Lewis) ECAD: Obra #37172022