DOUBLECAMP, St. South - Monsters

Lie awake, lately
I just can't sleep I'm
Counting backwards under my breath
Pitch black, can't see
Can't help but think that if
Monsters can't get onto the bed

Then what's up with all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head
And how come whenever it's dark
It's the loudest that it ever gets
I guess I don't make all the rules but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real

Late nights lately, I've been keeping my thoughts real clean
One eye open as I dream
Flat back, bent knees, headphones on for some peace
But I'm ready to run if I need

I can't run from all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head
And how come whenever it's dark
It's the loudest that it ever gets
I guess I don't make all the rules but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real

What's up with all of these
What's up with all of these
How'd they get inside my head
What's up with all of these
What's up with all of these
Voices

So what's up with all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head
And how come whenever it's dark

It's the loudest that it ever gets
I guess I don't make all the rules but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
The way that I feel
That monsters are real

Written by:
Joe Neary, Jordan Burmeister, Olivia Gavranich

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