She's the Monster Under My Bed

 

I pieced together the clouds in the sky 

and they were so perfect 

God asked me to paint the night 

So many stars, I broke the sky 

I broke the sky 

With dainty hands, ripped open the sky 

You can see it at night 

 

I assembled the ocean floor 

so clean and calm and cool 

The starfish loved it,  

the monsters smashed it in 

My monsters smashed it in 

Beautiful creatures, collapsing it in 

Deep trenches and shallow sand 

I’ll never do it again 

 

Never do it again. 

 

The mirror glass, a passage to 

the monster that I would have found in you 

With the light on, she can’t come through

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