I've been dreaming of a monster
With a voice that sounds like mine
He keeps hold of all the air inside my chest
But I'm sure I'm breathing fine
As my thoughts begin to wander
Certain clarity he'll find
Like a moth drawn to a flame
He'll find a way
To bring himself inside
Nowhere to run or hide
Never one for pleasure's present
'Cause I know presents never last
I'm just searching for a semblance of a plan
Before the future comes to pass
And I'm crying to my mama
Like a little kid
Maybe 30's more like armor (maybe 30's more like armor)
While 20's more like tin (while 20's more like tin)
Well maybe its always been
An empty canvas (an empty canvas)
And a clean slate (and a clean slate)
Broken container (broken container)
That just can't take the (just can't take the weight)
A cosmic promise (a cosmic promise)
The life like that (the life like that)
A broken container (broken container)
Too scared to show his (too scared to show his cracks)
I've been dreaming of a monster
With a face that looks like me
Looks right through me, straight into me
And he whispers
Only the dead are free.