Monsters

I know I’m older
but there are still monsters in all of my closets
Sometimes I feed them and some they get bigger than others
depends on the day
Sometimes I’ll sit on the edge of my bed
and I’ll wait just to see them rear their ugly heads
Sometimes I just cannot face them

I know I’m taller but there are still things that are out of my reach
One of my monsters you ask him he’ll tell you
he’s always reminding me
I’ll never get love just as much as I give it
my life will be hard for as long as I live it
You ask him he’ll tell you it all

Maybe if I sit and reason with them
and tell them they’ve got it all wrong 
Maybe if I sit and reason with them
and tell them they’ve got it all wrong 

I should be wiser but all of these monsters I let them get under my skin
One of them has the most hideous face and he says that I look just like him
One of them she’s so intelligent 
she won’t acknowledge what I have to say
And she’ll tell you she knows it all